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To Chicago? Nice.
A friend and I jumped a boxcar when we were teenagers. Just for the fun of it. Then it didn't stop for about 150 miles. This was late 80's and before cellphones were the norm. We finally got off when it stopped and we walked into a farm town about a mile away. We had no money, not even a quarter. We went into a little mom and pop restaurant, that was run by an older couple, literally a mom and pop diner. We told her our dilemma and she got a phone for us. I called daddy and told him what we did. He wasn't happy. And while we waited for him to come get us, the grandpaish owner made us malts and then we had some hot apple pie with vanilla ice cream. We even cleaned a few tables and swept as thanks. Daddy had calmed down by the time he drove there. Then he tried the apple pie and ice cream and he cheered up even more.
I got in trouble for that one when we got back home. Grounded for a week.
And for a few years, while driving across I-94, we'd get off the expressway and stop in to that restaurant for apple pie and ice cream. Then one day we went by and it was closed with a big realty sign in the window. It was for sale.