Will that be coach or under the coach?
Someone stole the rails. Locally. When I was smaller (physically) one could get on the night train to the boat and get away. Short term or permanently. I never availed myseof of that possibility, but I used to wave at the passengers as the coaches went by the house. They may not have noticed me stainding on the stoop in my fancy pyjamas, but I saw them. An important part of my childhood. And due to my loyalty to big rail, I made a lot of long trips from this coast to the big city. As I told anyone that would listen, you needed 32 hours, warm clothes and the skill of sleeping in a pretzel format. I couldn’t afford anything better than a coach seat (aka Daynighter) but with enough warm beer and stale sandwiches, it was a wonderful way to see part of my world.
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