One of the best parts of train travel was my attendant from Chicago to L.A., the longest leg of the journey. His name is Vincent. He was sweet and attentive throughout the trip. Sadly, he was not my attendant on the way back, though he was on the train, and I did get to see him now and then, including right before boarding, when I got overcome for a few minutes with sadness about leaving beautiful California and my brother and niece, with whom I had been having such a wonderful time. He was a sweetheart. I would love to do it all again next year, and if I do, I would love to have Vincent as my attendant.
Also above are my brother, Ed, and niece, Erica, she in her "Hooters" shirt. :-)
