My earliest, and some of my most fond memories of Union Terminal date back to the 1940's when my grandparents would bring me to the terminal on Saturdays. We would ride the bus from Mt Washington, and after transfers arrived at C.U.T. just before noon. The rotunda and waiting areas were bustling with activity. Soldiers and sailors in uniform, men in suits and hats, women in dresses and heels seemed to be everywhere. We would have lunch in the coffee shop or restuarant, and sometimmes my grandfather and I would retreat to the barbershop where I was regaled with stories of travel to far away places while I was treated to a "big boy's" haircut. Outside passed the Red Caps loading luggage into the seemingly endless line of yellow cabs, and walked down along the fountains, scurrying off to look down into the tunnel vents before catching the bus for the trip home.