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No more trains for us, thank you!
June 17, 2013 - Jim Smith
What does one do in Charleston early Sunday morning? Let me answer that -- nothing, but I can tell you what's along Maccorkle Avenue nearly from one end of it to the other.
And why would anyone in their right mind want to be in Charleston before 8 a.m. on a beautiful Sunday morning? My answer -- to catch a train to Washington, D.C., only to learn upon arriving at the Amtrak station the train was running four hours late.
What? Four hours late? It isn't winter! There's no snow! There's no flooding! There's no hurricane or tornado! There's no bridges washed out! There's no train wreck! What's the issue?
It seems a large fire in downtown Indianapolis was burning near the train depot and caused the train to come to a dead stop and then be rerouted, or at least that' the story the 30 or so people waiting for the train in Charleston were told by a frustrated station agent.
OK, so what does one do? After going to the nearby McDonald's and spending as much time as possible drinking coffee, reading the paper and generally trying to kill time, there's always driving along Maccorkle to beyond the edge of civilization, turning around and taking it the other way. Then there's driving around downtown Charleston, of course nothing is open and there's nothing to see or do.
Finally it's back to the train depot to try and catch a nap sitting in the car before going for an early lunch in hopes the train will arrive shortly afterward.
Finally, nearly four hours to the minute, my wife boarded the train and began what was originally scheduled as a 10-hour ride to Washington but actually turned out to be 11 hours of near boredom in a crowded train car and a kid-filled, noise dining car.
Getting in to Union Station after 11 p.m., our son-in-law met her and took her home where they let her sleep in until about 7:30 a.m. Tuesday, even though the twins were already up and on the go.
Ah, yes, I think it's the last time we will rely on the train. After all, I could have driven her to Washington, had lunch there and played with the boys for a couple of hours before driving home ... all before she actually got to Washington via train.
The $45 ticket certainly wasn't worth the 18-hours of hassle.
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