When it comes to trains, I’m a romantic.
Photo courtesy of Michelle Jackson, Belfast Telegraph
“Hi, I’m Randy, and I’ll be attending train 23 bound for New Orleans today,” the voice comes from the café carriage. “Get your morning started with a Bloody Mary or Mimosa.”
The giddiness of fellow passengers, draped in Mardi Gras beads and sparkly T-shirts, is infectious. I settle in the wide-spaced seat shortly before sunrise, with misty dew covering the windows, as my mind conjures up all kinds of scenarios. When it comes to trains, I’m a romantic. I’ve even fallen in love on a train — but that’s a story for another day…