A man on a train
This post is about a man on a train. While our son William was living in DC, my Vicki and I went up to visit about 3-4 times every year. Mostly, we drove from South Carolina, but occasionally we took the Amtrak Palmetto line from Florence to Alexandria, VA, and then used Uber or Lyft to get around the city. We enjoyed the train travel because going up to DC and coming home were both daytime trips. We had free wi-fi, free Diet Coke and water in the Cafe Car, and regarding space, the seats in Business Class are similar to First Class on Delta. It's a relaxing way to spend a day. We read a lot. Last fall, I sat at a table in the Cafe Car and knocked out four chapters of my new book, Hickory Trail . On one of our Amtrak trips home, I was reading a first-edition of Larry McMurtry's 890-page epic, Lonesome Dove. Across the center aisle from me was a senior adult man riding alone. I later learned he was 84 years old. He got on the train with us in DC, and I had helped him lift...