Trenton lost a gorgeous architectural treasure when the disastrous mid 1950's fire destroyed the original cathedral. That beautiful spire which house MANY tons of melodic bells was a sight to behold. Did you know that those huge bells, held in place by huge oak beams each were tuned to a musical key? I am currently researching the story of that steeple and those bells and will ultimately post the story. Incidentally, the house maid who died in that fire was a close friend of my Mother in Law, Elizabeth Russell Britton.
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When I was in the Navy, I tried the bus once or twice to get back to my ship from the Perry St Terminal through NYC. In the 60s, the bus station was already pretty seedy, and I can't imagine what it eventually turned into before being closed.
I preferred to take the train from S. Clinton St station to Penn Station, walk or grab a cab to Grand Central and then head up to Boston or Providence. The trains had club cars and good food in the dining cars, and the entire experience was pretty upbeat, except for the lengthy engine change operation in New Haven.
And there were the flights. I'm trying to remember if Allegheny (Agony) Airlines had a shuttle from Trenton to Boston. On a few occasions I flew from Newark to Boston on the early Eastern Air Shuttle in Lockheed Super Constellations (what an airplane!) or in Lockheed L-188 Electra.
I preferred the passenger trains. You always felt like you were going somewhere special.
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