Curations from the Human Jungle
[We picked up grandson Alex at the Randolph Train Station the other day. He was returning from visiting his cousin in New Haven for a few days. You can't stand on a train platform, hearing that lonesome whistle blow, without being reminded of what life could be like if Americans had the same fascination with... Continue Reading →
The Train To Edinburgh by Susan Reid At first we all stood, held upright by our bags, working to not lean on strangers, packed too tightly to truly succeed. As the countryside whipped by backwards, we grabbed the metal hand holds on the curves and wondered how our feet and backs would hold up. We... Continue Reading →