Personally, I’ve always felt Casey Jones, who allegedly drove that train while high on cocaine, was railroaded. Was there trouble ahead? Sure. Trouble behind? You bet. And yes, Mr. Jones was warned about his speed. But for fuck’s sake, the National Transportation Safety Board didn’t even conduct a formal investigation into Mr. Jones!
Thankfully, I belong to a community of like-minded Casey Jones defenders. We stopped holding regular meetings back in ‘95, but the long, strange trip continues, and so the community endures.
Which brings me to the train, not the one Casey Jones allegedly operated under the influence of narcotics, but rather the train that a Los Angeles restaurateur put up on blocks and called Carney’s.
Now, Carney’s is one of those places where everyone is welcome and you’re free to come as you are. Pre-pandemic, Carney’s only had one rule posted on its door: “shirt required.” As far as I know, shoes have always been optional at Carney’s.
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