I had to laugh out loud when the fireman stopped, leaned over, and opened
the window to flick out the ashes off the end of his cigarette. If I had a nickle for
every time I saw a pile of ashes, or matches that had burned for a few seconds,
and then were stacked with Genga like precision to impress the next contestant
of his prowess in construction, or expertise in train handling.
I never opened a door, or visited the nose without seeing cigarette butts.  I saw
more of those cans with the long necks for proper disposal on fire because no
one ever dumped them. KEEP CAB CLEAN was painted on the inside of every locomotive
I ever was on, and for the most part there was always a broom around for an
enterprising lad to take a little time to brighten his corner of Valhalla. After the Conrail
merger cleanliness seemed to fly out the window as we were exposed to people who
had no regard whatsoever for the next man and leave the window open, or open
windows on trailing units during rain snow etc to "season" the seats for the next crew.
Good thing the crew pack of towels, soap, earplugs, etc had a trash bag big enuff to
cover a soaked seat cushion.