On my way back from a business trip to Portland, I caught up with the Coast Starlight at Union Station. My car's attendant, Ettore, had the step box out and ready to go. | |
Part of the ritual of the southbound Starlight seems to be spending some time buried in the Oakland coachyard while a crew removes a few boxcars of express freight from the rear of the train. | |
Fortunately, we arrived right on time in Emeryville. Maybe the good dispatching fairy was visiting Omaha that night. |
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