Not that I recall, but a guy named Flowers was, and later was instrumental in getting me an ‘approved’ ride in the caboose.
Lived within a couple hundred feet of the tracks, it was a quick an easy walk when the freight was stopped for switching. The Monon rail has since been ripped up and converted first to the Monon Trail (walking, biking) and it now looks like a Blvd.
I remember in my youth taking the train from Pasadena area (maybe LA) down to San Diego to visit the zoo. Then in 1959 taking the train from LA to New Orleans (and then flew on to St Petersburg, FL) when our family relocated to Florida.