In the 1950s, I traveled numerous times with my parents in early summer from Tucson to Chicago on the Golden State. After a day or two in Chicago (always including a visit to the O-gauge layout at the Museum of Science and Industry) , we boarded the New England States for Boston, then the Flying Yankee to Bangor, Me., then finally by car to Bar Harbor. At the end of the summer, we retraced this route to Arizona. These trips generated indelible impressions of the American landscape for an impressionable little boy looking out the window of a sleeping car!
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