Truisms of Travel, Pt. I

1. The dining car in the train was just like in ~_North by Northwest_~, but without Cary Grant. I did get to take a man back to my roomette, but he was the same one I brought with me.

2. When you miss the photo-op of a lifetime and yell, “Back up!” the train will not.

3. Most trains are tame. The eastbound Lake Shore Express was laid out funny and scared me at first, so it determined to cut me (it sensed fear), and it finally did, just before we got off. The couplings between cars were icy and snowy, and we had a really rough stretch of track coming into Buffalo, so when I grabbed for those little handles I sheared a bit of skin off the side of my little finger. And just before the wrapping contest, too! But that was just the train getting back at me for being afraid of it. Lesson: Never let ’em know you’re scared! But they probably WILL see you sweat.

4. You will not get to see every place/thing you planned to. But you’ll get to see a helluva lot of stuff you never figured on, and possibly never dreamed existed.

5. They DO light up the St. Louis arch at night.

6. The train goes through the older parts of town and the really bad parts of town sometimes, but don’t worry–you’re going anywhere from 77 to 101 MPH.

Mama and I both worried that people wouldn’t get the humorous/joking tone out of the quotations that were in my Dallas News feature, but apparently they did. At least the GOOD ones did.

Call me, babe. There are tons more witty remarks where that came from. . . .

Chicago–Canal Street/Adams Street bridge



Author: shalanna

Shalanna: rhymes with "Madonna" and "I wanna," and is not a soundalike with "Hosanna" or "Sha-Na-Na." Aging hippie with long hair, husband, elderly mother, and yappy Pomeranian. I've been writing since I could hold a crayon. I started with fiction, which Mama said was "lying." “Don’t tell stories,” she would admonish, in Southern vernacular. “That's all in your imagination!” When grownups said this, they were not approving. So, shamed, I stopped telling stories for a few years--rather, I stopped letting anyone read them. I'm married to a fellow computer nerd who doesn't really like hearing about writing, but who reads sf/fantasy and understands the creative drive. I'm actually a nonconformist/hippie still wearing bluejeans and drop earrings and the Alice-in-Wonderland hair with headbands and sandals. Favorite flavor is chocolate/orange, favorite color is either Dreamsicle orange (cantaloupe) or bubble-gum pink, favorite musical is either Bye Bye Birdie, Rocky Horror, or The Producers . . . wait, I also love The Music Man. Is this getting way too specific and irrelevant yet? Obvious why I don't sell a ton of flash fiction, isn't it? To define oneself, I always say, it is good to make a list. How about a booklist? Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird Frank and Ernestine Gilbreth, Cheaper by the Dozen C.S.Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (all the Narnia books) J.R.R.Tolkien,The Hobbit/LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy Gail Godwin, The Odd Woman F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby J. D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye (before dismissing it, actually read it) George Orwell, 1984 Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle Donna Tartt, The Secret History Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn James Allen, As A Man Thinketh Mark Winegardner, Elvis Presley Boulevard James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times The Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum Winnie-the-Pooh/House at Pooh Corner, A. A. Milne Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie The KJV and NIV Bible (each translation has its glories)

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