Come to think of it, all these old stories reminds me that I know someone who used to run the closter feed store, and he got rail service. So I asked one of my uncles about it, and he told me that as a teenager, he would go and help unload the rail cars, and that the inside of those boxcars were like... well over 100 degrees, almost like 125 degrees. He remembers really sweating up a storm helping to unload those cars during the hot summer.