I haven’t traveled on an Amtrak Train in 27 years! It was the most hassle free, comfortable mode of transit I’d experienced in years. There was no three mile exodus to a gate. I didn’t have to remove my jewelry, shoes or bra to enter the train. I bought a business class ticket ($13.00 more) and got priority boarding, the seat rows were spaced far enough that I could fully extend my legs in front of me. I had a tray table in front of me that I opened and closed whenever, and my luggage was stored a few feet away from me. I was also seated a few feet from the food service car.
Okay, granted, I was only traveling for two hours. It seemed like thirty minutes.
I was up all night last night – like a kid on Christmas Eve. So I arrived with hours ahead of me and totally exhausted. A shuttle appeared to pick me up five minutes after I arrived in Champaign Urbana and dropped me off at my hotel. (This hotel ain’t the Trump, but it’ll do!) I got checked in before 11A.M. and walked across the driveway to grab a bite at the convenient chain eatery connected to the hotel. All of the servers look about twelve years old wearing mock sports referee uniforms.
Do I order off the lunch menu?
The lunch menu items are the same price as our other menu items!
Huh?????
I really just wanted to know if I should order from the lunch menu versus the… Oh, nevermind…
I got my burger to go.
And slept! I now have just a few moments before I embark upon Ebertfest to screen our first movie: Woodstock, 3 Days of Peace & Music, The Director’s Cut which clocks in at just under FOUR HOURS!!
Here we go!!
P.S. My twenty six year old shuttle driver had never heard of Woodstock!
Woodstock -Whats’s that?
We used to love taking the Amtrak from Evanston to St. Paul. For 8 hours we’d just roll along and look at the ever changing little towns and scenery. We’d eat breakfast and lunch in the bar car x-ing off on the menu our selections and handing the paper to the server. They had canned beer and i’m trying to remember the import we’d get that was canned. oh it was Ballantine’s ale the only other import besides Heineken which we don’t like. It was so much fun, I miss those days.
What on earth are they teaching in these schools now? Doesn’t know what Woodstock is? Lord, I weep for the future!
Amazing isn’t it? I thought she was joking!
We used to love taking the Amtrak from Evanston to St. Paul. For 8 hours we’d just roll along and look at the ever changing little towns and scenery. We’d eat breakfast and lunch in the bar car x-ing off on the menu our selections and handing the paper to the server. They had canned beer and i’m trying to remember the import we’d get that was canned. oh it was Ballantine’s ale the only other import besides Heineken which we don’t like. It was so much fun, I miss those days.
What on earth are they teaching in these schools now? Doesn’t know what Woodstock is? Lord, I weep for the future!
Amazing isn’t it? I thought she was joking!