This train isn’t supposed to exist.
The train I’m sitting on as I write this, the Amtrak Train Number 41, exists in part because of a series of train wrecks, a hurricane, a pandemic and a maintenance technician shortage.
I’m not supposed to be here either.
For one, the train is running an hour and five minutes behind schedule, so technically, I should at least 50 miles south of here. But also — this week was supposed to be my vacation. I was supposed to be at my parent’s house in North Carolina... Читать дальше...