Another bunch of final thoughts...

When I hired on to the Rock, the company was hiring two classes of managerial types:
"Cost Engineer", the job title that I chose, which was basically a bookkeeper,
and I think
"Assistant Trainmaster". I remember one day when a fellow new hire, who had chosen the TM position, was led out of the hotel to a waiting car, he had suffered a nervous breakdown and was gone from the company.

After we got through with 4R'ng the Memphis to El Reno line, we moved south...

to work on the Dallas, TX to Ft. Worth, TX line...
this is where the previously mentioned lunch run occurred.

I got pulled over by Dallas police because my pathetic olive green Impala (?) company car looked like an alleged get away car "used in a local bank robbery". Imagine, being pulled over, and body searched, for the crime of driving on a city street to the hotel.

When winter came, I was moved to RI headquarters at LaSalle St. Station in Chicago, IL, where I spent my time harassing those rural station agents about moving out empty grain cars, this was the height of the grain harvest and there were not enough cars...(this also was when the Chicago Transit Authority dropped 4 cars off the L at the Lake/Wabash curve).

Poor Pete, the agent at Morris, IL, I called that man daily about empty grain cars that were not being moved, but, what could he do, car movement depended on people far above him.

When spring came, we moved north and worked the Rochdale (Joliet), IL to Bureau, IL line.

At this point I pulled the pin, I decided a steady life in Chicago, with a girlfriend was more beneficial to a life than nagging station agents would ever be.