I met a man, he danced with his wife; in Chicago. . .
Now that I have figured out how to italicize some words I can't seem to get it to go back to normal, so you, gentle reader will have to put up with it. Blame our friends at Blogger.com. This is what happens to a smarty-pants.
Here is a picture of the bedroom part of the Superliner sleeping car. Difficult for two people to pass unless one leans into the bedroom door.
Here is a picture of the bedroom part of the Superliner sleeping car. Difficult for two people to pass unless one leans into the bedroom door.After an evening figuring out the world's problems and their solutions with Judy and Gerald, and a good night's sleep to fortify me for the rigors ahead, the latter dropped me off in Columbus to resume my journey to the East.
We quickly arrived in Milwaukee which looked like it was being completely rebuilt, and then on to Chicago, where I caught the Capitol Limited a few hours later, headed for Washington DC.
But not before I caught some later afternoon reflections of some downtown buildings in the windows of other buildings.
This is what I remember Union Station in Chicago looked like in late 1964 when Carol and I took a trip to Denver to look for an internship, but this is actually across the street from what they now call Union Station and moreover, doesn't seem all that busy. Hmm?
We quickly arrived in Milwaukee which looked like it was being completely rebuilt, and then on to Chicago, where I caught the Capitol Limited a few hours later, headed for Washington DC.
But not before I caught some later afternoon reflections of some downtown buildings in the windows of other buildings.
This is what I remember Union Station in Chicago looked like in late 1964 when Carol and I took a trip to Denver to look for an internship, but this is actually across the street from what they now call Union Station and moreover, doesn't seem all that busy. Hmm?
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