One cold winter's night when I lived in New Albany, I was on my way home from the hostling job 10th. St. depot, when about six or eight blocks north of Broadway I had a flat tire. No money, no spare, and no jack, and my choices were to walk back to the Victoria Hotel (past all the brothers on the street corners with their fires in 55 gallon drums) and borrow taxi fare off one of #5's crewmen, or walk to the K&IT yards and then to New Albany across the K&IT bridge. I chose the latter. Walking across that bridge at 10:00 PM in a blizzard was an adventure. At least I had a flashlight with me.
Hah, / Ron