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I used to travel the New York New Haven Line from Boston to New York.

It is called Amtrak now. Does that date me?

I had a "remember-when" after reading this.

Amtrak Train Possibly Hit Before Wreck

Mine was a rock through the window of the seat I was sitting in.

No damage done to me.

But I did learn that there were no safe havens from the world.

That is not meant as a dark assessment of a dangerous existence. It is just a realization that nothing is immune from some kind of intrusion.

But to live a life worried about it bends to the purpose that a lot of this stuff is done. To fuck people up. This exists. Nothing new. And to think or even want otherwise is quite foolish.

But I didn't quit sitting in the window seats. I might have changed sides from time to time but mostly to see the beautiful water views and more interesting back yards along the way.

Riding the train was always better than flying the shuttle. Always.

Labels: life, travel