When I was in the 3rd grade my father accepted a transfer from California to Oregon with his work. So from time to time we would travel back to our home town and visit with my grandparents. My mother and father would share driving the 700 mile round trip.
Now, Mother would not trust my father to drive at night. This was because one time they were traveling together and she woke up in the passenger seat just in time to save them from driving over a cliff. He had fallen asleep at the wheel. As a result she mostly drove at night on trips.
One late night she was driving and dad was asleep in the passenger seat. My siblings were sacked out around me and I was leaning forward visiting with my mother. We passed a railroad junction sign follow shortly by the exit sign for the city of Cave Junction.
I was puzzled and asked mother what is a junction? She tried to explain it to me and for some reason I was not getting it. She was hit by an unexpected burst of inspiration and with one hand reached up and pulled an imaginary train whistle cord, “Woo! Woo! …”
My father comes straight up out his seat, tried to stand up in the car, hits his head on the ceiling and knocks himself out for a minute. When he recovered he wanted to know where the train was. Mother pulled the imaginary train whistle cord again, “Woo! Woo! …” He started looking around out the windows to find the train.
At this both my mother and were over come with laughter and could not talk. And every time he ask about the train we would burst out in laughter. I think it took over an hour before mother was able to choke out the fact there was no train.
Just so you know there was a small dent in the car’s passenger side ceiling from then on.