… during those ghastly winters of the late 1940's when the smallish steam generators of early diesel passenger units proved inadequate ……

What happened? You look 10 lbs. lighter!

They waited there for some five minutes when, suddenly, on the backtrail, perhaps a half mile or more behind them, there were three flashes, sudden and bright, one after the other, brilliant in the cold, pure air.

Junkies brag about the rush of mainlined heroin or inhaled crack cocaine; I'll put the rush of danger up against any drug. I wasn't kidding when I told Bouton it was a good day to die. Any day is a good day to die. As long as you go down fighting.]