Jack Peterson was the fellow who was hit by the train.  This developed from a conversation at the American Family Table Restaurant about 6am Sunday morning.
I knew Jack.  He was one of those folks who wandered the streets of downtown.  He was a quiet person who kept to himself most of the time, had mental issues, lived on token disability payments, and most recently lived at a rooming house on Broad Street.  On occasion Jack would drink.  Put that together with the time, bar closing time on a Saturday night, and Jack may have been coming from someone's house or a tavern.  I bounced around the 'suicide word.'  No one thinks that.  The prevailing thought is that he tried to beat the train.
Jack was a nice person and went out of his way to help people at times.  He would become confused and paranoid if he drank.
I understand that he was dragged a block or more along Washington to Waugoo Streets.
Monday, November 13, 2006
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