I never spent any time in Newark. I just took a bus into Penn Station, and hopped the Congressional Express train to Philadelphia when I was a kid. I'd spend the weekend at my cousin's house, and we'd go to Shibe Park to watch the Phillies and the Dodgers play.
One time, I got on that train when I was about 10. It was full of military, as this was during WWII. I sat down alongside a Navy Officer and there were 2 marines asleep across from us. He kept eying me and my little overnight bag. Finally, he leaned down and asked, "are you running away from home?" I told him that I wasn't, and that my uncle was picking me up in Philly. He smiled and told me that he had a little girl, and he hoped that I wasn't running away. He did watch me leave that train and saw my Uncle Bob calling to me.