Got up early*.
Dressed. It rained. On the radio they were talking about a hurricane. Got the things in the train station on time. We've been on the train since 8:50. It's about 1:10PM now. Slept, then we ate. Looked out the window and did nothing. Talked to a pink 19yo girl named Betsy. The porter brought pillows and we went to sleep. Thank you, Mr. O, Thank You. We ate:
- Breakfast: Sunflower seeds, 1 doughnut, raisins.
- Dinner: 2 donuts, potato chips, peanuts, red herring, tomato honey+curry sauce.
Secondly... those were strange days... those traveling days. We had never seen "white" (or "pink" as we called them) with any regularity in a really long time. In the Professor's case, EVER. They fascinated me. Poor Betsy. We must have talked her ear off, and I remember asking her all kinds of questions, but I don't remember any of her answers. I vaguely remember her having dark hair and wearing a choker. I wonder where she was going. And my baby Sis... she looked so sad in this picture.
The train left Miami and traveled up the midwest to Chicago. I do remember loving Kentucky the most; the grass was SO green and moist, and there were horses everywhere. But it was all very very foreign.