Teen on the Train
Teen boys cross country train traverses more than state linesI was a naive boy of 18 and not a gay bone in my body. I was taking a 60 hour train ride to see relatives. This was before the advent of air travel for the general populace. I had a sleeper unit in a nearly empty traincar. A personell switch for the final overnight leg gave me time to score a six pack with some fake ID. The porter responsible for my car busted me about 20 minutes in on my youth ticket and laughed, saying if I...