In the dim light, I could barely read the words above the bill: Mystery Train.

Intuition told me that the words Mystery Train had something to do with my mother's work.

Above the visor, embroidered in red, were the words Mystery Train.

"If the Mystery Train was a time travel project, it didn't have anything to do with my mother's work."

Lot of pressure came down on us, pressure for the Mystery Train to speed up.

Maybe the Mystery Train was pulling out of the station, gathering speed.

He might not yet have started up another model of the Mystery Train.

Though the Mystery Train might not exist any longer, my mom's clever retrovirus was still at work.

Mystery Train was yet another instant cult classic and a trusted music source for the discerning listener.

"Mystery Train" is buoyantly funny from start to finish.