So a few months ago I went to a good friends wedding in Vermont. I think the drive there was about six hours, with people I did not know at all. Anyway, this post is not about the wedding. I had a miserable time. Why? Because I got extremely ill. I was stuck in small town Vermont, basically dying, with no one I really new well- except the bride. Thank God for cell phones, that’s all I have to say. I picked up a signal, got on the internet, found a local cab, and the number for Amtrak. Saturday morning I got my sick ass up, before anyone else, and got the hell out of there. There was one train leaving town that morning and I was on it, relieved and deathly at the same time. I swallowed some Dayquil and passed out, yes Dayquil. Eight hour ride from small town Vermont to big city New York. I woke up and groggily looked out the window. What did I see? Houses! People’s backyards. Above ground swimming pools. Swing sets. Porches with people waving at the train going by. WTF! The train was basically passing through their backyards. Geeze, I thought to myself. How annoying. I would go crazy if a train was passing through where I lived every hour or so. The horn, screeching, choo choo. Ugh! It made me anxious just thinking about it. Eight hours on that train. Eight hours sitting in a train looking out the window and listening to these stupid, ignorant, idiot, asshole girls blasting Mp3s off their cell phones. What a trip.
I woke up the next morning in my comfy warm bed in happy Astoria Queens. I went outside for some fresh air. What did I hear? What did I hear?! An Amtrak train was passing through my area. Yes! I was living here for almost one year and never noticed this Amtrak train choo chooing through my Astoria. When I am in my bedroom and looking out the window- to the left I see water, a bridge, and possibly Riker’s Island. To the right I see the bell of the Greek Church down the block. I also see the elevated tracks for the trains to pass through on. Sometimes when I lay in my bed with the window open I can see a train pass by (and hear it too). I get a warm feeling, a happy feeling.
The moral of this story? To each his (or her) own.
Sade- Keep Looking