Joe,
As well as a somewhat regular bed.
I just like to stretch the legs out, so they don't cramp and spasm.
The great thing about a train over a bus or plane is being able to get
up and walk around a bit. One isn't stuck in one place hours at a time.
Exactly. You rarely talk to people on a plane or bus, but open up to
total strangers on a train.
I recall offering my seat to a Lt. Col who sitting on the floor. He
declined the offer. I think the railway was so overwhelmed at the time JM>they were selling floor spaces.
I think of the joke where this grandmother and her granddaughter were
about this train, and sitting across from them was this Lieutenant
Colonel, and a new private. During the trip, they got very well
acquainted.
During the journey, the train went through a long, dark, tunnel...and
there was heard a kiss, a scream, and a slap. When the train came out of
the tunnel, everyone was red.
The grandmother thought "That private tried to kiss my granddaughter,
and she slapped him".
The granddaughter thought "That Lieutentant Colonel tries to kiss my grandmother, and she shapped him".
The Lieutenant Colonel thought "That private tried to kiss the
granddaughter. She went to slap him, and hit me instead".
The private thought "I never had it so good. I kissed my hand, let out
a female scream, slapped the daylights out of the Lieutenant Colonel,
and got away with it!!". <VBG>
The Santa Fe (at the time not part of Amtrak) took care of its
customers. The NY Central looked upon as so much cattle. No diner, just JM>broken down vending machines, the tile/lino floor was sticky in every JM>car, dirty, trash everywhere. I always felt like I needed a shower after JM>riding on their trains.
A lot of trains got that way over the pre-Amtrak years.
Starting a hunger strike soon...
I feel like on that, with just a diet of luncheon meat sandwiches and flavored water. But, when the microwave oven went "Tango Uniform", I had
to do stuff that didn't need cooking. But, with storms in the area, I
don't want to be using the microwave oven, anyway.
My grandmother was a suffragette but my mother never registered to
vote. Her reasoning was she didn't want to be a jury.
I'm sure my brother would've stuck to that...he has never been one to
sit still in one place for a long time.
I thought about the old B.C. Cartoon where the women (the "fat broad"
and one other one) were walking by with signs noting "We Demand Woman's Suffrage!!". B.C. and one other yelled "So, suffer!!" <BG>.
When people start complaining about the outcome of an election I ask
if they voted, not who for, but did they vote. If they did, then vent JM>away. If not (and not for a good reason) I don't want to hear it.
Exactly.
And I am generally the first (or at least second) at my polling
station when it opens.
Some years, I get there, walk in, vote, and walk right out. Other
times, there's a heck of a wait.
This girl (about 15) claimed her foster father had sexually abused her. Her story was full of holes, a known runaway who had falsely filed
charges against other men, etc. This man and wife had never had any JM>charges against them in the years they had been foster parents.
Wow.
Lawyers are the larval form of politicians. <G>
Guess they have to start somewhere... --sigh--
Sad, but true.
Actually we were on friendly terms. Not buds, but no fist fights
started between us or anything. :)
Good thing.
Daryl
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