The Train trip was agreeable. The train was late arriving in Seattle pushing our boarding time back to 11:30am. Esther and I had coffee at Elliot Bay Books, one of the more respectable coffee shops in the district. I was looking for a used copy of Ricky Moody’s “The Ice storm” they had a new copy with a fierce looking new cover for 15$ more than I had cash.
Esther had never ridden from Seattle to Portland via train, and for my “always in the know” wife it was vary cute. Am-track is unusual in its activity, no baggage checks; bring your own food, never on time. She found her flow quickly flipping pages of a ‘real simple magazine’ and I-pod-ing the countryside away.
The view out my Widow was fog draped, showing just the toes of the scenery. We made camp in the dinning car, Esther had a tuna Salad and I dinned on a Hebrew national all beef hotdog and a mugroot beer. I love train travel.
Shelby left a comment to my last blog post ... ‘ roadhouse blues’ relaying an expedition to the lower Utah Desert reading Steinbeck’s “the pearl.” I dig that book at just fewer than 200 pages; it’s full of feral images of Island life and a childlike belief that the path to riches is a road that wrecks us all. Then Sheldon fired off a list of CC Albums, and of a Seattle long gone the way of the Buffalo when “107.7 the end" still meant something and Starbucks was still a fairly cool place to spend a Sunday afternoon.
Knowing Sheldon at that time and hearing him talk about ‘Recovering the Satellites’ you would have thought he was discussing Plato. But it’s hard to contest a line like.
“…Waiting for the moon to come and light me up inside
I am waiting for the telephone to tell me Im alive
Well I heard you let somebody get their fingers into you
Its getting cold in California I guess Ill be leaving soon…”
Follow this:
Late fall or Early spring I can’t really say it’s all the same in Bend. 3 house-broke boys, one Red Volkswagen bug (Sheldon’s girlfriends car) and an endless night of “round about” marathons, Dumpster diving, me screaming like a girl, stained front seats, and as the sun pulled it self over the end of town, singing at the top of our lungs
“ And I’ve been up all night I might sleep all day. Get you dreams just right and let them slip away….”
Burned into my brain like a tattoo…
2 comments:
hmmm that was a fun night that scream lol good times. you know eating on a train is really great its way better than in a car or on a plane why is that? completely off subject boy months ago you told me about a small clothing label you thought i would like? laid back, surfer attire since you thought i might like it hemp was possibly involved lol do you remember the brand?
I miss train travel, especially at night. That melancholy yellow light.. the stars. The weird ladies with cane's topped with snake heads....ahh, memories...
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