PACIFIC ELECTRIC STREET CARS

"MOTHERS WITH THEIR BABES ASLEEP, ROCKIN TO THE GENTLE BEAT, THE RHYTHM OF THE RAILS IS ALL THEY FEEL.  CHANGING FONTS !   I THANK GOD WHERE I GREW UP AND WHEN.  THE STREET CARS RAN DOWN THE MIDDLE OF GLENOAKS, AND FOR SIX YEARS, MY DEAR FATHER RODE THEM TO THE SUBWAY TERMINAL BLDG WHERE HE WORKED FOR AMERADA PETROLEUM AS AN ACCOUNTANT.  HE WAS A GREAT MAN.  IT WAS SO SAFE THEN, I WAS ALLOWED TO RIDE THE CARS BY MYSELF.  SOMETIMES ONLY TO BRAND..SOMETIMES DOWN TO THE SUBWAY TERMINAL.  THAT TRIP HAD A SCARY HIGH TRESTLE BRIDGE DOWN NEAR RIVERSIDE DRIVE, AND I CLOSED MY EYES WHEN WE WENT OVER IT...ON DOWN PAST ECHO PARK AND THERE IT WAS...THIS BLACK...HOLE IN THE SIDE OF A HILL,,,A TUNNEL OF ONE MILE IN LENGTH.  THE ONLY THING YOU COULD SEE WERE THE ALCOVES ON SIDE WITH A LONELY LIGHT BULB FLASHING BYE.  THEN, THE DARKNESS CHANGED TO A SOMEWHAT DIM LIGHT OF THE PLACE OF DEPARTURE.  THE TWO TRACKS BRANCHED OUT INTO FOUR TRACKS AND THAT IS WHERE THE CAR STOPPED.  GOING BACK HOME WAS THE SAME THING IN REVERSE....I LIKED TO SIT UP FRONT SO I COULD WATCH THE LITTLE GLASS BOX WITH METAL WHEEL THAT TURNED AND TURNED WITH A CLICKING SOUND. THAT WAS WHERE WE THREW OUR COINS.  OH..THE TRESTLE AGAIN...EYES CLOSED...THE SEATS WERE AN OLIVE DRAB WITH WORMY BLACK LINES FOR DECORATION.  SOMETIMES I FELL ASLEEP..BUT MY EARS WERE TUNED AND PRETTY SOON...."GRAYNOLD", THE DRIVER SAID.  OK, BOB, TIME TO PULL THE CORD AND SAY GOOD BYE.....B   THANK YOU...PLS TELL OTHERS IF YOU THINK THEY WOULD LIKE MY STORIES (TRUE AT THAT)