In the fall of 1964, I met a Mr. G.E. King while visiting the McDoel yard office one Thursday night. I told him that I planned to take number 6 north to Chicago the next day to visit my wife-to-be in Milwaukee. He handed me an extended, but expired, pass and told me to show it to the conductor. The next day I told the conductor that I've been told to show him the pass---which I did. I asked the conductor if he knew the gentleman listed on the pass. He said, "I sure do. He's my dad. Welcome aboard."
Cully Kowal