Strip to the skin, pile clothing in string clothing hammock above windows, crawl into crisp sheets, pull up blanks, set pillows to required position, sleep like a rock. About five minute's elapse while the rest of us are waiting for our births to be made. It seems that, three minutes after falling asleep, our Lothario has to answer a right now call of nature. He roots through the hammock of clothing and pulls on his trousers. There is no time to zip the fly, out of the berth, holding a fist full of cloth to hold the front of his trousers closed, he races for the men's room, which is at the other end of the car.
Nothing is secret on a train and the word spread rapidly.
Whenever he walked down the aisle to the dinning car over the next three days giggles and snickers followed him. As the train pulled out, every one on the train waved goodbye, including the Engineer. Some years ago, I was stopped at the rail crossing lights on the Glenmore Trail in Calgary. She was majestic and I jumped from my car to salute her in her final moments. Her big drive wheels were pounding.