Talk about the little things! Was there anything more romantic than a little red caboose? When I was a kid, I conjured up images of railroad men wearing pinstriped overalls and red bandanas, making coffee in their homey caboose and watching the world go by from that perfect cupola above . In reality, they probably were bored to death, but have we lost anything to the name of efficiency greater than the little red caboose?
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