My parents let me stay up to watch the last trolley ever in our city. It was driven by the senior driver, Mr. Egan, who was my first grade teacher's brother. Nest day --- all buses!
I remember my first solo trip to the library on one of these. I was so shy and when I got on the car it was full of Navy men heading to town for the week-end. They were so kind I really felt so grown up.