This post is a little late today. I'm traveling to attend a seminar at the Coudert Institute in Florida. It is a nice southern journey in the middle of north's winter. I've traveled Amtrak's auto train before and it is an experience of cross generation observation. You start in Lorton, Virginia in the afternoon and end up in Sanford, Florida the next morning.
The little poetic ditty below gives you some idea of what it is like to ride the auto train.
"Quilted coats, shuffled steps and canes
Are what you find on South bound trains.
The halt, the lame, the elderly,
The ill, the weak, and crotchety
Are Florida bound in cubby holes
With all their flaws and hairy moles.
Snowbirds they’re called without respect.
They flock to Florida’s warmth prospect.
If you are younger and can watch
Count the wrinkles, connect the blotch,
And you will see where you may be
Before they read your eulogy."
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