We are crossing the Susquehanna River bridge on the Acela Express train from Union Station in Washington, DC to New York City, and I am posting my very first blog.
We are on a God Trip. God only knows where we’ll end up. Right now it’s Amtrak. We are doing this right. Business Class.
Originally the plan was to drive Christine to New Jersey, park in New York Waterways, take the ferry to Manhattan, spend a few days and then drive on to Boston where I was going to drop her off to join her college roommate for her 20th reunion at Smith. That’s when gasoline on April 26th was only $3.59 a gallon. That was the plan before I turned 70. So, I turned 70. Gasoline went to $3.89 a gallon (same station, 2 weeks later). We are doing the environmentally conscious thing.
And we have dueling computers. My daughter to my left. A lady with her Nook across the aisle. The train is barrelling full speed ahead to the city where I was born. Gotta go there at least once a year to see if it’s still standing. And especially now that Bin Laden is history, pay homage to the Big Apple, a city that survives with all the glitter and creativity, sound and soul humans can dream up when they live close together.
Will keep you posted what happens next.