After one ride on the Long Island Rail Road, the average man has difficulty talking. After two he cannot stop. If he is a newly hatched commuter, he indulges in shocked and vehement tirades against the road's rickety locomotives, its profane and belligerent trainmen, its aged and odoriferous cars. If he is a veteran, he may speak of the Long Island almost admiringlylike a wife-beater's bride telling the girls how her husband knocked her into the china closet. But, young or old, he shares with his fellow commuters one vibrating conviction: that it is the worst railroad...
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