I well remember my first trip through West Texas on the Sunset Limited. It's early July 1972, Amtrak’s second summer, and I am headed east on No. 2. We get to Sanderson, then a crew-change point, and receive a train order reading something like this...

More than 35 years have passed since I lived in Chicago, once home to the Santa Fe Railway. A lot has happened to both the city and the railroad; I’ve changed a bit, too. In a day’s time, I want to find, or at least remember, pieces of the Santa Fe that...

Railroad operating officials are not the book-writing sort. Rarer still is the Class I general manager or vice president of operations who spends his vacations taking photographs that are subsequently published as a tutorial of the property he manages...

I leave the dentist's office yesterday morning with a new filling. The right lower quadrant of my jaw is sound asleep and paralyzed. Then the cell phone rings in my car. "Tsdaf'asdf pojr Fred" I mumble. "Fred, this is Wick Moorman...

JetBlue flight attendant Steven Slater certainly wove himself into the affections of many Americans with his mad-as-hell-and-ain’t-takin’-it bit to a planeload of passengers, whereupon he grabbed a beer or two, opened the plane’s hatch on a Kennedy...