We are as dark as the night. We move slowly through this winter chill. We were warned that going north would be cold, but our bones never expected this. Even as we huddle together, arms crossed, wrapped in hope, we shiver—not as much from the bitter cold, but from what lies ahead of us on the railroad.
View from the Train
… so good, as the saying goes. The year has been good to us commuters, trains have heat, snow hasn’t caused any real major delays and the commutes have been relatively uneventful. The rest of the year will be another story. Amtrak is doing a major repair of the tunnels leading into Penn Station.
My neighbor Joe recently posted a photo of himself in his Lawnsmith shirt, wearing a red bandana and his train engineer’s hat, admiring a display of Lionel trains running under his Christmas tree.
When cooking in the kitchen at this time of the year, everything sounds and tastes better if you say it with a French accent.
My truck was at the mechanic, which was about a mile from the train station, not a bad walk at all. It was pouring, and I had foolishly turned down a ride from a friend on the train, thinking my rain jacket and hat would be enough. Man, was I wrong. As I stepped from the train, the heavens opened and I made a mad dash for the shelter.
I recently met some old grammar school friends in Jim Thorpe, PA for a tour of the town and a possible rail trip along the scenic Lehigh Gorge. Our friend “Pocono Bob” lives there, and warned us the town may be busy. Busy was not the word for it; the town was packed.
As I was walking up from the train in Penn Station, I was greeted by conductor Mike from one of my evening trains.
Oh what a sight, oh what a thrill, the shouts of joy, the jubilation of the moment, the beauty of the bride!
Bang! Boom! Smash! The loud racket at the front of the train car broke the tranquility of my staring peacefully out the window. It seemed that one of the duffel bags had rolled off the overhead rack, landing on the head of its owner and his three companions.
Their noses leave a ghost impression as they press against the window of the train. Others scurry across the aisle to catch a glimpse, if only for a fleeting moment. The “oohs and ahha” bring a grin to this jaded face of mine, but I enjoy the scene before me none the less.