|Nothing beats the feeling of settling into a train
seat for a cross-country ride. The journey is longer but there's very little
waiting in line and unlike air travel since
9/11 there's no invasive security
check and they let you hold onto your knife. There's nothing between me and
my destination--Charleston, SC--but an autumn continent and time. The train
is a bubble of tranquility and calm. The sun burns bright and low over Puget
Sound as we slip out. Coach is half empty and aside from couples everyone
has two seats to themselves, good for spreading out or curling up for a nap.
It's quiet and dark but for reading lights and the pages they illuminate
like wings in the night. It's been a while since I've had the luxury of reading.
I've come prepared: The
Sun #346, October 2004 issue featuring love and war (sorry, Sarah, I
forgot to ask if it was alright to take it);
The Immortal Class by Travis Culley, a thoughtful treatise
on bike messengering on loan from Lindsey;
Guns, Germs, and Steel by Jared Diamond, a popular history
of how the virus of western civilization has spread; and Eyeing the Flash,
an advance review copy about a carny con-artist given to me by Joe B in parting
after he gave me and Lindsey a ride down from my last weekend at Doe
Bay. Like a library on a rainy day, we're neither here nor there and there's
nowhere to go but the next page...