I was going to write a story about autographs but it will have to wait. Today is national train day.
I’m old enough to remember real train travel in
When I was very young we lived in the Delmar-Debaliviere neighborhood. My dad could walk to the
My dad and I took a train from Union Station to visit my grandparents in
They were all called George, as in George Pullman, after the practice of calling slaves by the master’s name. When
At some point in the 60s train travel changed. Amtrak made taking the train feel like you were taking a Greyhound bus. Even the stations began to get seedy.
In the 80s my girlfriend Pam moved to
After a year Pam got involved with a director, but that’s another story.
There was a beautiful, refurbished antique train car called the North Star parked at Union Station. They’d hook it up to the back of an Amtrak car and it would travel across the Northwest. Only corporate execs could afford to ride it. My friend Kent took care of them. My band Wax Theatricks rented a car and met up with the train in
We partied in the train yard for a couple of days. We had a little back porch on the car. I remember drinking Bloody Marys and shooting bottle rockets from it on our way back to
I can’t remember who threw my bachelor party. It was Kent, Stephen Martin, or Tracy. Maybe it was all of them. It was on the North Star connected to a couple of other cars. There was a band on one of them. It was spectacular.
For Kim’s birthday, one year, we took the kids on a dinner train tour from Union Station. It traveled up the
My mother’s brother and Valerie’s dad are old railroad men. Valerie’s dad went from lighting flares and throwing switches to everything being completely run by computer.
They’re talking about a high speed rail line from