Category: Curt Mortenson

Jane’s interesting train-journey memoir has prompted me to write about one of my many memorable train trips. It is August of l969. A few days earlier, three space travelers had landed on the moon. We were an entirely different type of traveler. Jean and I were on our honeyMOON in Mexico. After a week in…

As I recall, it was a warm North Dakota summer day. I was either six or seven. The war was over, and my dad still owned the Standard gas station on Lincoln Avenue, the main drag of my hometown on the Soo Line south of Minot. My dad sold the station in l947, so my…