At 5:54am on Wednesday June 14th, 2006 two Burlington Northern Santa Fe trains were involved in a head-on collision. One of the locomotives had a camera on board and captured the incident. No one was killed in the incident, although crew in the train with the camera on board were seriously injured. Crew members from the other train can be seen bailing out shortly before the collision.
The short story by John Hughes that was published by National Lampoon Magazine and would later be expanded into the screenplay for National Lampoon’s Vacation.
If Dad hadnâ€™t shot Walt Disney in the leg, it would have been our best vacation ever! We were going to Disneyland. It was a dream come true. The rides! The thrills! The Mouseketeers! I was so excited that I spent the whole month of May feeling like I had to go to the bathroom. When school finally let out on a Tuesday, I sprinted home as fast as I could, even though we werenâ€™t leaving until Friday.
Dad picked up our brand-new 1958 Plymouth Sport Suburban Six station wagon on Thursday morning. The speedometer had only six and three-tenths miles on it. Dad said that it would be a pleasure to travel for six days in a car that smelled as good as our new Plymouth. It was nice to see Dad excited about our trip. For months Mom had to act moody and beg to get him to drive out to California. â€œWhat good will it do the kids to see their country from an airplane seat?â€ she wanted to know. Finally, Dad gave in and said we would get a station wagon and drive the 2,448 miles from 74 Rivard Boulevard, Grosse Pointe, Michigan, to 1313 Harbor Boulevard, Anaheim, California.
It took almost all day Friday to pack the car. Dad loaded and unloaded it again and again to save a square foot here, a square inch there. Then he simonized the car and hung litter bags in the front and back seats, attached a compass to the dashboard, and put a first aid kit in the glove compartment. Then he called everyone outside to take one item apiece out of the car so he could close the back.
After dinner, Dad ran the Plymouth up to Richieâ€™s Marathon Service to gas up and have Richie check under the hood and see if everything was A-O.K. When Dad backed out of the driveway the car scraped bottom. Not a little scrape but a sccccccrrrrraaaape!
The thing that is the horror that we live with in the U.S. is that unless you have a stable corporate or Union job with a company that pays for the good stuff, or you are completely poor and get Medicare and Medicaid which is a horror story all in itâ€™s own, you are screwed. That leaves a very large number of people out in the cold. My husband and I make a better living income-wise than my father did, but we canâ€™t afford to buy our own insurance. We live in fear of accidents and illnesses like people did back in the 1800â€™s. I am terrified of getting pregnant now – because we donâ€™t have insurance OR the $10,000 to $15,000 that it costs to have a baby!!! Is this a great country where a woman has to live in FEAR of getting pregnant!?!