I remember traveling through the night several years ago, swaying to the rhythm of a train bound for Illinois. I was on my way to visit family downstate. My memory serves....as I recall falling asleep, looking at the stars as we rolled on through the hills of western Pennsylvania, Ohio, on through Indiana... only to awaken early morning to a blizzard that had hit Chicago. I absolutely love train travel.... it pace, its close accommodations and the viewpoint... so different than flying. On a train, many times one sees the back end of homes, cities and towns. Since I was a child, I have loved to roam through alley ways.... seeing the soul of a home, a city or a town, the places that are real.
I remember traveling through the night several years ago, swaying to the rhythm of a train bound for Illinois. I was on my way to visit family downstate. My memory serves....as I recall falling asleep, looking at the stars as we rolled on through the hills of western Pennsylvania, Ohio, on through Indiana... only to awaken early morning to a blizzard that had hit Chicago. I absolutely love train travel.... it pace, its close accommodations and the viewpoint... so different than flying. On a train, many times one sees the back end of homes, cities and towns. Since I was a child, I have loved to roam through alley ways.... seeing the soul of a home, a city or a town, the places that are real.
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