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Back in the '70s when we lived in NM, we (me, she and two little kids) took Amtrak to Disneyland. Booked a room to L.A. from El Paso. However, I looked at a map and saw that Pomona was closer to Disney so I called and changed reservation then called a rental car company to get a car there. I had visions of less hassle and shorter drive.
The trip started OK. That evening the power went out in the car and in a dark bedroom with no A/C the oldest (4) got sick. In the morning we arrived and I got the bags off as she corralled the kids. Then we looked around.
The Pomona station was a disaster; all boarded up; public phone ripped off the wall (remember no cell phones in those days); the area looked unsafe; no restaurants or other facilities nearby. Across the street was a combination Travel Agent/Trailways Bus stop so we dragged the kids and luggage. Luckily it was open (Sunday morning). I explained our situation to the agent and he let me use his phone to call the rental car people. Unfortunately the rental people had neglected to tell me they were closed on Sunday. Luckily I found a Hertz office open and they agreed to come pick me up.
While we were waiting, I asked the agent about the neighborhood. I told him our train wasn't to leave until 7:30PM and we had to return the car by 5PM when Hertz closed so they could bring us to the station. He said he was the only worker there that didn't carry a gun. Then he pulled out the biggest pistol I ever saw from under the counter and said "I keep mine under the counter"!
Needless to say upon arrival at the hotel, the first thing was to call Amtrak and change return from Pomona to LA. Thank goodness! The station in LA was big and beautiful and we could return the car right there at the station. More than that, the train was 2 hours late and we would have been standing in the dark in Pomona with two small kids, no communication and no idea when the train would come.
The trip started OK. That evening the power went out in the car and in a dark bedroom with no A/C the oldest (4) got sick. In the morning we arrived and I got the bags off as she corralled the kids. Then we looked around.
The Pomona station was a disaster; all boarded up; public phone ripped off the wall (remember no cell phones in those days); the area looked unsafe; no restaurants or other facilities nearby. Across the street was a combination Travel Agent/Trailways Bus stop so we dragged the kids and luggage. Luckily it was open (Sunday morning). I explained our situation to the agent and he let me use his phone to call the rental car people. Unfortunately the rental people had neglected to tell me they were closed on Sunday. Luckily I found a Hertz office open and they agreed to come pick me up.
While we were waiting, I asked the agent about the neighborhood. I told him our train wasn't to leave until 7:30PM and we had to return the car by 5PM when Hertz closed so they could bring us to the station. He said he was the only worker there that didn't carry a gun. Then he pulled out the biggest pistol I ever saw from under the counter and said "I keep mine under the counter"!
Needless to say upon arrival at the hotel, the first thing was to call Amtrak and change return from Pomona to LA. Thank goodness! The station in LA was big and beautiful and we could return the car right there at the station. More than that, the train was 2 hours late and we would have been standing in the dark in Pomona with two small kids, no communication and no idea when the train would come.
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