The Last of the Railroad Police, by Carl Moen
In the 1950s, Chicago was a great railroad center, and its Proviso yard was the largest in the world.
Times were hard in the Eisenhower Fifties, and I had a young family. When I heard it would pay $80 a month more, I had to take it on.
Looking back, it surprises me that I lived through it all: the fights, the gun play, arson, even a brush with the mafia. More dangerous were men so anxious to carry a gun, they’d work the job for nothing.
All of this is true. Walk with me down the tracks and I’ll show you what it was like to be the Last of the Railroad Police.