Picture of the Day
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October 29, 2000

Riding a train alone at night across the Western expanses of the North American continent is a good way to feel small. It's not too crowded here in coach on my initial leg. Just about the only company I have is my own face lit up by reading light and reflected small-ly in the window across the aisle. Who at one of these latenight x-ings saw me, steel wheels flashing by headlights, tiny head in a dark train car looking out with not much to see?