IN OCTOBER 1962, I was a New York Central Transportation trainee, and had the opportunity to ride No. 26, the 20th Century Limited, eastbound from Elkhart, Ind., to New York City.
I boarded the Century two sleeping cars ahead of observation car Hickory Creek, and stowed my suitcase. I then headed back to “my” seat, facing rearward in the observation lounge. The waiter approached and I placed an order for a bourbon and water, while settling in to enjoy the trip. My drink arrived on the waiter’s tray, as the train slowed for the curve with an 80 mph speed restriction at Goshen, Ind., about 12 miles southeast of Elkhart. Just as my drink was placed on the rear table and I paid for it, the Hickory Creek hit a…