When I hear the train whistle, I want to hit the rails. I’m in love with traveling by train.
I hadn’t ridden on a train since fourth grade. But when Romantic Times held a convention in Chicago, I decided to save myself the 200-mile drive to the nearest airport and take the train.
It was the best decision I could make as it turned out. I got a “roomette” sleeper compartment and found it was the most civilized way to travel I could have imagined.