Finally, New York to Pittsburgh…

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L1031190 (1)So I’m inviting the nerdier among you to join me on my last long distance journey on this mammoth North American trip; New York to Pittsburgh on an Amtrak train. Leaving New York Penn Station at 10.52am. Get some nosh in advance I’ve been advised. The train fare can be a bit limited.

The ticket inspector is a cheerful Tim. With more than a hint of banter and humour.

“You think this is the first time my picture has been taken by someone from England?!” he asks, posing for a few pics like an old pro as the train bounces around the track a bit and he blurs.

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The train is well worn, comfy, spacious with a range of around the seat gadgets. A distant table, a foot rest attached to the seat in front moved with a foot pedal. Under each seat is a pull out chair extension so you can recline your chair and almost lay down with your legs stretched out. A shiny round black knob on the arm of the chair pings the extension back under the seat.

There’s plenty of room.

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A dining car and free (speedy and largely consistent) wifi.

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And wonderful views.
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From the edges of New York city through villages of colourful wooden houses dotted around tree filled Pennsylvanian hills, the 400 or so mile journey takes nine hours. Its a relaxed pace, slow to middling. Allowing time to soak up the changing scenery. Read, work. Think.

A bit of excitement mid afternoon. Tim’s replacement, a similarly comedic, big voiced, kindly woman, marches into our nearly empty carriage.

Now listen up everyone. I have an announcement to make! Are you listening? I have something important to say!”

Crumbs. What’s happened? The six or seven of us left after the mass exodus at Philadelphia station a few hours earlier poke our heads out from our by now, personalised spaces.

“A couple of people have reported the smell of smoke in this carriage. Yes. Smoke. Now if I catch anyone smoking I will toss them off the train at the next station. Got it?”

We nod. Feeling guilty. She marches out of the carriage with a flourish and a cheeky smirk.

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Early evening, more excitement. An unexpected announcement over the tannoy. We’re about to approach the ‘world famous horseshoe curve’. Time to look out of the left hand side of the train. Wow. One for the serious train buff maybe but it’s pretty cool. It takes me back to the days of wooden toy train track building with the obligatory figure of eight curves. We never had enough pieces for a horseshoe.L1031276

We settle back in our various spaces. The sun slowly sets and by Johnstown it’s dark. The industrial approach to Pittsburgh reduced to chaotic lights in blackness.

Time for a cheeky bottle of the local brew, Yeungling, from the dining car. And to reflect on the humanity both generated by and captured on public transport.

One thought on “Finally, New York to Pittsburgh…

  1. G’day.

    Sara I have read your book. It is pretty, blooming, heart stoppingly, excellent.

    Bulls eye bonzer..

    What struck me as I read it, is that there are so many Connors, who live – on – as just a multiple near miss.

    For our sons and daughters lives are treated with complete and arrogant casualness by the LA’s with responsibility for their care.

    I remember saying in chest tight fury to the manager, who had removed all support bar food from my ‘independent living’ vulnerable son and his similar flatmate, that I had two fit and very able grandsons aged 8 and 10 who if left alone in a house with food, would probably not die of hunger or of cold – but they sure as hell would at best – live in dangerous misery, and would probably die of some thing else.

    The lady was totally unmoved. For all else was a ‘want not a ‘need’.

    ”End of matter”.

    These people play Russian roulette with a pen…with our sons and daughters health, happiness and lives….every day. Some die of our children die of it.. and some don’t…for a while.

    They, the lucky for a while..live on… as just another near miss.

    There are so many, many stories, and you have written a story for and about Conner, that is about all of them.

    A beautiful book for all our beautiful boys and girls.

    Thank you xxx.

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