History Of The Long Island Rail Road
The Long Island Rail Road is a railroad owned by the Metropolitan Transportation Authority in the U.S. state of New York. It is the oldest U.S. railroad still operating under its original name and charter.
Read more about History Of The Long Island Rail Road: Gateway To Boston, 1832-1840s, Local Focus, 1840s–1875, Competition and Consolidation On Long Island, 1854–1880, Austin Corbin Years, 1880–1900, Pennsylvania Railroad Ownership, 1900–1949, The Lean Years, 1949 To 1966
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