I have been a New Haven fan as long as I can remember. Born and raised in Lebanon, Ct. the ‘Air Line’ ran alongside my grandparents farm. The flood in 1955 that took out a bridge in Putnam, Ct. all but put an end to any trains from Willimantic to Middletown, Ct. except for the occasional Budd car that went through. I bought a piece of the farm from my grandmother in the late 70’s continuing to raise beef cattle and turkeys and named the farm Air Line Acres. I still live here and continue to bale the hay from the fields that my grandparents once worked. I’ve been told that after the 1938 hurricane I5 hudsons ran the Air Line until the shoreline was repaired. The Air Line is now a walking trail and I can only imagine what the White Train must have looked like going through the meadow.