Call of the Katy
Abstract
Adventure always seemed to be one of the passengers on the old Katy Railroad. One trip might find you eating dinner off starched linen in the sleek dining car of the Texas Limited, hooting and highballing through the night down to Galveston Bay. On the next, you could just as easily be clacking along the spur line into Columbia, making the slow, seven-mile milk run from the little river hamlet of McBaine. Either way, it was a ride you weren't likely to forget.