When I was a teenager in the early sixties, I worked for a lumber yard in Lincoln Nebraska. Another kid and I would take the truck down to a siding to unload a boxcar. Two or three times in the course of about 4 hours, the train crew would signal us that they were going to move us.
We would just sit in the doorway with our feet hanging. The car would move one direction then reverse and go the other direction and travel quite a distance from where we started. After a few trips back and forth our car would stop in the exact spot where we started, next to our truck.
I always marveled at how they did that when no crew ever came near our boxcar.
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