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I am home. And I really ought to write things about trains and visiting people (wow, there are people!) and the doll con and Great American Scenery (3 styles of mountain, foggy be-flowered San Francisco, vast expanses of prairie/desert and cropfield, salt flats, and of course today my beloved eastern woodland) with pictures, oh so FAR TOO MANY pictures (er, I filled up my 1 gb memory card for the first time and shifted over to the other one before the second time through the Rockies...)
Possibly (she says, having abandoned the preceding paragraph to let it crash and burn on its own) I shall still write about these things. We shall have to wait and see. In the mean time, I greatly recommend the train as a sight-seeing experience for those who wish to sit by a window and watch the entire country go by, and are not particularly constrained in terms of time. For those who wish to get promptly from point A to point B, (or smoke cigarettes every hour along the way) I recommend the air plane or the bypass, that you may not spend your entire journey irritating the former sort of person by griping about being delayed by hours when the freight dispatchers unaccountably fail to follow the rules and give passenger trains the right of way on their tracks.
( Instead, I shall discourse on consumer trivialities, and then possibly even bathe and go to bed. )
Possibly (she says, having abandoned the preceding paragraph to let it crash and burn on its own) I shall still write about these things. We shall have to wait and see. In the mean time, I greatly recommend the train as a sight-seeing experience for those who wish to sit by a window and watch the entire country go by, and are not particularly constrained in terms of time. For those who wish to get promptly from point A to point B, (or smoke cigarettes every hour along the way) I recommend the air plane or the bypass, that you may not spend your entire journey irritating the former sort of person by griping about being delayed by hours when the freight dispatchers unaccountably fail to follow the rules and give passenger trains the right of way on their tracks.
( Instead, I shall discourse on consumer trivialities, and then possibly even bathe and go to bed. )