Out of the noise generated by a multitude of travelers waiting about the vast waiting room of the Sacramento Train Station comes a announcement echoing over the public address system: “May I have your attention…please…Amtrak California Zephyr…train 6…scheduled to depart at 11:09 A.M. for Salt Lake City, Denver, Omaha, Chicago and intermediate points…is ready for boarding on track 2!”
I am fond of traveling by train. Trains have alluring names like: Broadway Limited, Coast Starlight, and Empire Builder. There is a certain romance to it that can’t be found in flying, especially with today’s pesky TSA agents and airlines every scheming plans to charge for basic services.
As I say good-bye to Lance, I think to myself, he most definitely is my worst best friend ever! But he is also my best friend. It is strange how a person can fill both of those parts in my heart, at the same time. Boarding the train, I also realize, I am wearing the same outfit I wore the day Emily and I left Lincoln, ironic huh?