As a young kid in the 50's I rode the train many times from LA Union Station to visit my grandmother who lived in Goodsrings just outside of Las Vegas, on my return trip I boarded the train in Jean. The station Ticket Master who resided alone side the tracks there would wave a red lantern to halt the train at night, all the passengers would be looking out their windows as to why is this train stopping in the middle of the desert as the porter would then take me aboard as some kind of special passenger and I would climb onto the three tier bunk for my ride home.