Lucius Beebe, hands down. I got connected with a copy of High Iron early in life - I used to be able to recite some of the beginning of it. - not before becoming a rail foamer at age 6 though - in 1962 - on a cross-country trip to Dallas by way of St. Louis. It was very different then - they were better than what you would call luxurious today, with ice water in the rooms, etc. And they were still in the habit of punctuality, with tracks so smooth you didn't know you were moving. Tracks were maintained to such high standards despite it being the age of fishplates and 39-foot segments, because the railroad - in this case the Pennsylvania, east of St. Louis - was still in the habit of doing it that way, while yet rotting terminally from the inside.
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