From the 'Observation Car' on Amtrak
Hello, good morning, bonjour, I am excited to report that I have just returned from my inner-American train trip to Salt Lake City and back, with a few comments from the observation car:
I didn’t lose anything on the trip!
I slept in the ‘Sleeper’ car—very private, very small though, with just enough room to turn around in. I could have upgraded from the Roomette to the Private Bedroom in which I could have done some pushups while brushing my teeth at the same time.
Sleeping in the ‘Sleeper’ car is private all right, though it’s more about trying to sleep rather than actually sleeping. Trying to sleep in a very small space while the train is moving is very much like being stuffed in a metal can with two horses pulling you across the bumpy landscape of the American West with both your feet tied to their ankles.
At sunrise on the outskirts of Elko, Nevada I see a very large American flag, flapping around in the wind. The flag appears to be flapping at half-mast. Perhaps the president of the United States has died, I think.
No such luck I think, while reading the Financial Times in the observation car. My observations after reading the articles in the weekend Financial Times that I have brought along to read on Amtrak:
Trump cannabalizes the media and then the public, then the media cannabalizes Trump so that the public loves Trump having seen and heard so much about Trump because he’s been cannabalized by the media.
I have lost something, perhaps I’ll find it though I can’t recall at the momentwhat that something is?
to be continued.