The last leg of my farewell tour on the notorious Amtrak Lakeshore Limited winds through the Berkshires of Massachusetts. It's already an hour and a half behind schedule on the way to Boston. WiFi? "Only in the cafe care, and you're lucky if you get it there," says the conductor.
I look out the window and see cars whiz by us as we trundle along. There goes a guy on a bike speeding by. Now a jogger. We pass a marsh and a turtle emerges and leaves us in the dust. A snail makes us look silly.
Total travel time, Albany to Boston? Seven and a half hours–or about the time it will take to fly to Senegal. But I arrive to my son-in-law's garlicky lamb chops. I'm pretty sure I won't have anything like that waiting for me in Senegal.
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