The last few miles to Grandma Fletcher's house always excited me. The Benecia Bridge carried us into Martinez. Upon both sides of Suisun Bay stand oil refineries. Tank cars always stood upon the tracks, peeking my interest.
Every now and then, we would see a train. On the Benecia Side, just the old Southern Pacific trains like in Davis. However, if we continued to Uncle Paul's in Concord, the excitement grew even more. Just before the Port Chicago Highway, sometimes, rarely, I saw a Santa Fe train. Wow, that was exciting. My neck always craned and my eyes always opened wide as we passed under those tracks. A rare glimpse of the blue and gold.
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