up 3:50 a.m. in Flagstaff motel, 10
ahead of the alarm to catch 4:20 Southwest Chief
Albuquerque, running 28 minutes late. lack
of punctuality aside, Amtrak
restores my faith in
the USA. such a mix of people, where else in the
world does this easy pluralism exist? i sit at
lounge where nearby a young Latino
practicing unplugged electric bass attracts an old
Black man whose eyes light up eager to talk about
music as smiling Amish father turns around in his
seat to ask questions about the instrument. in
waiting for coffee, i overhear pro poker player in
purple jumpsuit discussing split gear straight ten
big rig transmissions with vacationing trucker.
really gets the sense most people would rather
common ground than amplify trivial differences...
...and that train keeps a-rollin'...