Well, I recently received an invitation to hang out in Chi-Town for a short while. The issue: getting there without driving. The solution: ride a train. If you’ve not been in the Indianapolis train station, get there. Especially early morning — breath-taking.
I then [eventually] boarded the train in the pre-dawn darkness and with very little on-board light. I found my seat and was completely comfortable with my safety, though I could not see the person seated next to me. About five (5) hours later, I was [finally] safely in the Windy City. Whew. I do not know if it was the meds, but I came close to hoarking in the spacious latrine on the smooth-riding train. Maybe it was just the constant jostling…
So, here I am, both chilling and kicking it. Fewer meds as I go (skipping doses and such). Barely any withdrawal symptoms (just the chilling). There are a few pix of the train stuff that I will probably get posted, eventually. I know that people are on the edge of their seat in anticipation…
Big Matt — out
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I know I am anticipating the train photo’s. Hurry back. Millie’s just isn’t the same without ya!
Can’t wait to see the train photos… sorry to leave you at the station all alone.
Let’s see the photos! Didn’t realize you were such the seasoned traveler. I feel for you, the last time I was on a train, I about hoarked myself. Guess it runs in the family. Keep getting better!