The thought of spending three hours on a train from New York to Washington, D.C. with a bunch of Obama supporters excited me.
As tired as I am, I had already decided that I would forego sleep in order to converse with others who will witness history. I envisioned train riders telling stories, laughing, crying and sipping wine. Instead I sit on Amtrak 199 struggling to stay awake. Where is everybody? Where’s the giddiness? Where are the black folks? And where is the damn crew?
We should have departed at 3:06 and it is now after 4 pm. I thought the delay may have to do with the President-elect’s train ride from Phily to the nation’s capital, but a short while ago we were told there was a crew shortage. Uh oh, we are moving, exactly 62 minutes after scheduled departure time.
My train isn’t even half full. I am in business and it is less than half full. I took a walk through coach and saw it was about half full. Yet it was hard for me to buy a train ticket three days ago.
