By donna smith ammons
I had only ridden a train once in my life before I jumped on the Amtrak Crescent in New Orleans three weeks ago. My trip was a short one from San Francisco to Los Angeles and the only thing I recall was the clankity clank of the wheels rolling down the track. I was a fifth grader, so I was only interested in the sights.
The Amtrak was a little different. Tina had warned me to take earplugs or I never would sleep. I packed four pair. I knew there was snow on the ground in Washington, D.C., so I packed boots, turtlenecks and sweatshirts to layer under my wool coat, and plenty of Hot Hands. This gal wasn’t going to get cold!!
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