Sights Seen from a Train
- the many marvelous and varied shades of November brown
- the staggered and stacked irregular rectangles of the Niagara Escarpment's limestone cliffs
- deer snacking in a cornfield
- seeing the girl diagonally ahead of me sleep slumped over her book as it rested on the pullout tray (as someone who has huge difficulty sleeping in any sort of moving vehicle, this was a marvel to me)
- the wonderful lady beside Scot who was going to give our book to her grandchild
- waiting to see if Scot would be kicked off the train for not having his ticket
- In his defense, the London lineup was colossal so we each went to different automatic ticket machines, fondly nicknamed "useless buckets of job killing bolts" by one employee early this week. Scot scanned his e-ticket and then, while the machine was preparing to print the real ticket, it promptly went out of service. This meant the next machine didn't recognize the e-ticket as valid. Train pulls in. No person to speak to. We both got on the train anyway. Suspense ensues. Scot tells his tale to a helpful conductor who found out that the ticket was indeed printed after that original machine came online, not that that was any good by that time. Still, Scot was not kicked off the train.