Until they got to know the trainmen, the two widows could scarcely have been more isolated. Their three-room cottage sits up in the sere San Bernardino Mountains, on the desert's run northeast of Los Angeles. They have no car or telephone; their mailbox is a mile and a half down a dusty track filled with gulleys and rattlesnakes. But every day a Southern Pacific freight snakes uphill just 25 yds. from their door. For the past five years, Ronnie McGillick, 67, and Loretta Tumulty, 74, have been giving cookies to the train crews. So far, they have passed out more than...
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