Category Archives: train stations


On French trains passengers must move into the vestibule, where the restrooms are, to talk on their cell phones. They do this without exception, without fault. So mannerly, so polite the French. They don’t, however, dance on the platform, as … Continue reading

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Union Pacific Station, Cheyenne, Wyoming: “Lady, if all your things were on that train, you should’ve been on it, too.”

You don’t have to do much reading between the lines to see what was going on. In the late ’40s my Aunt Lacy and “a gal” she met were having highballs in the club car with some soldiers on the … Continue reading

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One Wants to Be Careful Which Drunk Friends One Chooses

I have lived in Washington, DC, full or part-time, since 1979. Our apartment is quite close to the Washington Hilton, which years ago led to some dinner guests telling us that, while walking to Metro from our apartment after drinking … Continue reading

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Celebrity Century and Studebaker Avanti: what do they have to do with each other?

I call this blog, “Through My Eyes,” but it could as well be called, “One Thing Leads To Another,” because that’s how my mind works, as do others, I believe. On our 25th anniversary Todd and I were married and took … Continue reading

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LA Union Station, musings about my father, and a lesson for young men dating

I’ve loved LA Union Station since my first time there, when, watching with my parents as arriving passengers from the Super Chief came through the tunnel from the trains, I spotted my grandmother’s small hat with a feather. But the picture above … Continue reading

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