tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301855515376548538.post9154251411946726280..comments2023-04-08T09:50:15.676-04:00Comments on MoonRaven's Social Alchemy Blog: Update 5: Riding the RailsMoonRavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03010194761440202586noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301855515376548538.post-5365083245056255352012-10-22T20:22:56.261-04:002012-10-22T20:22:56.261-04:00Thanks for your railroad memories. There is somet...Thanks for your railroad memories. There is something special about riding by train. I really like the way you put it, that you can "almost feel the souls of those who've ridden before you." What a wonderful image.<br />MoonRavenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03010194761440202586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301855515376548538.post-50374748213204355562012-10-22T20:08:13.263-04:002012-10-22T20:08:13.263-04:00I took the Zephyr in 1975, and as soon as you said...I took the Zephyr in 1975, and as soon as you said cornfields, I was right back there.<br />Up here in VT, the best way to get to NYC and points beyond is by rail. While my family was alive in the city, it was almost a monthly trip. I love the rails. When you're on a train at night, you can almost hear Woody Guthrie, almost feel the souls of those who've ridden before you. There's nothing like it. Thanks for bringing back those memories.Austanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05568578637922817033noreply@blogger.com