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Middle To West
Reflections from a 52-Hour Train Ride Across the United States
Preface: Before I started writing my book, before I knew I could actually write, I wrote this. A reflection about an interesting time on a very long cross country train ride. When I finshed the first draft, I passed it to a few magazines and got a few kind rejection letters. What I realized later is, it wasn’t that good.
The story was true, but it wasn’t gripping. It wasn’t punchy. I recently found this old reflection in the reject pile and reworked parts of it to make it sound more like 38-year-old me. To add some sizzle and rhythm. I wrote the first draft of this when I was 31, on the way to my little sisters 30th birthday in San Francisco. Here’s the second draft, about eight years later, for my Medium audience.
Enjoy meeting the characters who ride the train.
It’s natural to assume one would choose to take a train over a flight for economic reasons. But me — no, not ME! — I found a flight that was the exact same price as the choo-choo: 164 dollars. It was also leaving on the exact same day from Chicago to San Francisco.
I chose the train to experience the train.
There’s something old-timey and romantic about a train ride. I wanted to get intimate with my country — with the beautiful…
