Aboard the Lakeshore Limited

 

Late morning, rolling across snow covered fields thirty minutes or so west of Toledo. We were scheduled to be in Chicago by now. We’d told anyone who cared to listen, well, just about anyone, that we were taking the midnight train. Indeed, departure time from Depew was 11:59. We’d called for a cab to pick us up at ten leaving lotsa time to spare. But knowing that a train originating in New York City could well be delayed passing through the winter storm that had earlier dumped a foot of snow on Buffalo, I checked the Amtrak web site around nine and, sure enough, the train was running an hour late.

“Hi Kenmore Cab. Pick us up at eleven instead of ten.”

Check the internet.

“Hi, Kenmore Cab. Pick us up at midnight instead of eleven.”

Check the internet….oh, you see how this is going.

We arrive at the station at 2:20, board the train at 3:05. The cute blond porter makes up our beds. I climb into the upper berth. Sleep soon settles over me.

A shaft of light from the rising sun wakes me. Clearly Cleveland. Back to sleep.

A few hours later breakfast in the dining car.

This is gonna be ok. Had the train been on time we’d have faced a long stretch, five hours or so, in the Union Station waiting room in Chicago. Now it’ll be a quick change to the Southwest Chief and on into the western night.