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Conducting Speed
By
Jeannine Patané • 2 December 2006
Rolling
along a track, mile by mile, we see the heart and muscle of each
town that our train slips through. We see these trackside industries
continuing to build towns
since the iron horse made its first arrival, and the only acknowledgement
that we passed by was a rumble in the night.
The railroad carries a strong part
of American history. From the narrow-gauged White Pass and Yukon
Route to the New York-DC Acela Express, we have depended on the
railroad to transport and build the country. For me, the attraction
to ride a train across the United States was a natural draw. To
fly from the East to West Coast may take less time, but riding a
train gives an air of nostalgia and grace to the journey.
Rail transport is filled with opportunities
you don’t get with the airlines. There is a good deal of personal
interaction, close-up views of the landscape and architecture, ample
personal service and amenities, plenty of space to stretch and more
personal time to write and read. These opportunities make the trip
more than a mode of transport; the trip becomes an experience.
The backbone to any experience is
the people we meet and share the time with. We share stories, have
good conversations and exchange information. The people you would
meet on a train are as diverse as the reasons they chose to ride,
but we all have one thing in common; we
don’t need to fly or drive to get to our destination; we let
the tracks link us, and the conductor chooses the speed to the rhythm.
With a world that operates at amazing
speed through technology, our trade-off is the loss of our interpersonal
experiences. When we learn to adjust our speed at a different pace,
we begin to take notice to our surroundings more. A long-distance
train ride gives us the opportunity to connect to others and to
discover more of the United States.
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The
handcrafted key ring given to me from my across-the-car neighbor, Richard.
Now all I need is a key to accompany it. Until I get to San Diego, I’ll
be a vagabond that is Waltzing Matilda.

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