“The journey is part of the experience – an expression of the seriousness of one’s intent. One doesn’t take the A train to Mecca. “

This morning is spectacular, even a bit cooler than it has been. It is so very quiet I don’t even hear the dogs from the yard. The air is mostly still though every now and then only the thinnest, smallest branches are moved and their leaves flutter. Today, the high will be 82°. I’m thinking it is perfect deck weather. I do have an errand, the dump, and I also have to replace flowers from two pots decimated by Nala, one from last week and the other from yesterday. When I went outside on the deck yesterday afternoon, Nala had pulled the flowers from the wooden bear my friend Bill had made. The deck, near the bear, was covered in dirt and strewn pieces of flower. I’ll never figure out Nala’s timetable. Those flowers sat in the pot in the bear for a couple of months. Why yesterday? Was she bored?

I have started my laundry. I had to climb mounds of it to get to the machine. The Sherpas and I stopped at base camp for a bit of a rest and a banana. The laundry had been on lists of mine for so long the lists had yellowed and become brittle.

When I visited Russia, I went to the Moscow State Historical Museum in Red Square. We were given covers for our shoes. At the time we thought that was probably a mistake because we slid, on purpose, across the floors as if on a pond of ice and challenged each other for distance. Thinking about that later we realized we were actually polishing the floors. Those crafty Russians!

When I traveled, I took trains when I could. Ghana had a wonderful train system, and I used to take the train from Accra to Kumasi, always first class which was inexpensive. I sat on soft chairs in a compartment usually by myself. I felt like a character in an Agatha Christie novel. One time I took a sleeper from Kumasi to Takoradi. I was in my own compartment which had a sort of bed, a huge window and a sink. At every station, Ghanaians looked through my window and tried to sell me mostly food stuffs. I usually bought bofrot from small girls. They carried the round, fried bread dough in wooden containers with glass panes. I could never resist. They were my favorite snack. I remember going to bed early on that trip, and I remember being awakened hours later when I fell out of bed. The train had derailed. That was my favorite train trip.

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3 Comments on ““The journey is part of the experience – an expression of the seriousness of one’s intent. One doesn’t take the A train to Mecca. “”

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Unfortunately, the forecast for today is starting another series of dry and triple digit high temperatures. Yesterday, some folks actually got rain. One photo on the news last night showed it pouring in someone’s back yard and their dog staring up at the sky seemingly amazed by the precipitation.

    In this country we’ve let passenger trains become second class citizens of the rails. Amtrak travels the same tracks as freight trains at speeds of no more than 80 MPH. Because the tracks are owned by the railroads, passenger trains have to give way to freight trains.

    There’s a privately funded high speed railroad planned to connect downtown Dallas with North Houston. The right of way has been chosen, however there’s strong opposition to the project from land owners along the route who oppose the grade separated tracks from cutting through their land and them being compensated by eminent domaine. Once completed the approximately 220 mile trip will take 90 minutes. Of course, Southwest Airlines opposes the idea since their original flights in 1971 connected close in Dallas Love Field with close in Houston Hobby Airport.

    When I was a kid, we took a train trip in 1958 from Dallas to NYC. The trip took two nights and a day and we had a Pullman bedroom compartment. I remember the train from Dallas to St. Louis, on the MKT Railroad, had segregated coaches near the diesel engine for African American passengers. Once leaving St. Louis, on the Pennsylvania Railroad those coaches disappeared.

    Sadly, Republican opposition to CRT, (Critcal Race Theory), will perpetuate the myths of our history so as not to embarrass Caucasian American kids from knowing the real truth about our past.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      We got hot in the afternoon so I had to turn on the AC. Tonight is supposed to be cooler. We too still haven’t gotten any rain.

      I wish we had more opportunities for train travel, but there are some great rides still left. Amtrak’s California Zephyr is one of them. I am actually reading a book about murders on the Zephyr. n that train, you ride through the most amazing scenery as you travel from San Francisco to Chicago. There are also more routes and some of the rides are breathtaking. I can even take a scenic train here on the Cape.

      I do wish we had regular train rides between cities. I once, many years ago, took the train from Boston to D.C. I hated the ride so I flew back. The privately funded train sounds like we going in the right direction. Too bad that people object.

      I have only taken sleeper trains twice, once in Ghana and once in Finland, but I have taken overnight trains in my poorer days during European trips. I had seats which leaned back. I aways fell asleep and usually woke up at my destination.

      CRT also tries to tell the truth about the present: that racism is systemic. Republicans won’t have it

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