So — on the train, checking email (someday I’ll get around to telling the technical specs of my travel)…. and my friend Pat the Librarian (with a capital “L”) send me this link. I put it under the category of “Love the soldier, hate the war.” It is both uplifting and painful.
http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,1543658-1,00.html
MacCallan scotch on the rocks — with a champagne chaser (the champagne courtesy of Amtrak) while I read the Seattle Times. Nothing to look at since it’s already dark. Nice conversation with the guy (John) in the roomette across the hall (photo attached), and the other photo is of my roomette turned into an office.
Dinner was blackened flat iron steak — which was nowhere close to the medium rare that I ordered — I think that rare will be the choice on the way back. Came with a baked potato (I ask for mashed). And of course the usual lackluster over steamed vegetables. The dinner was saved by a 1996 Gran Oristan Gran Reseva La Mancha from Spain.
Guy across from me was a “train nut,” and seemed to have no other life. The guy to my right was probably about 30, and much more interesting, but he disappeared after dinner. Offered them a glass of the wine, but they were both drinking milk — not the thing to mix.
Back in my roomette for more scotch and a little work for Shirts of Bamboo.
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