Back when I was still a college student, I decided, one year, to have an adventure and take the train home for Thanksgiving. With romantic visions of club cars, and steamy railroad station platforms in my head, I laid out the clothes I intended to pack. I set aside my travel outfit. A skirt and sweater, sensible heels, and my long wool peacock green coat.
Valerie! My friend Heidi said. No one dresses up to ride the train anymore!
But I still did. And yes, I was in the minority. As for the actual trip, well-I got to Tacoma just fine, but not in the manner I would like to have been accustomed to.
I often feel like I was born into the wrong era. And the way train travel has changed over the decades is just one more reason why. Sure, it is still wonderful to travel, by any means, to see family and celebrate a holiday as wonderful as Thanksgiving.
But just imagine what it would have been like to get to your destination like this…
Champagne cocktail, anyone?