Looking at this picture, I almost expect Rod Serling to walk into the scene, cigarette in hand, and give us the prologue to "the disconcerting events that are about to unfold, on one man's lonesome westward journey . . . to The Twilight Zone".

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Marty, isn't that Johnny on one of his return visits to Newark?

I still have that hat.

Everytime I see that picture I am reminded of the smell of stale beer and urine from the steps down to the tracks in Roseville. :-)