Taking a train down from Baltimore to Richmond. I have not been groped, scanned, patted down, searched, tested for explosives or forcibly separated from my belongings…since this morning at the airport. I had forgotten how thorough bored TSA people can be.

I have power outlets, leg room, elbow room and a nice view. When my train was running late out of Baltimore, they let me hop onto another one so I could have time for dinner at union station. Best of all, the train left D.C. forty minutes late and is making up at least half an hour.

In short, this is civilized travel. I’m coming over deeply nostalgic for the East Coast.

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