I spent the summer of 1954 in Germany on an American Field Service program, living with the Handschuh family in Schweinfurt. Every couple of days after breakfast, Frau Handschuh would...
As far as I know, these classic stainless steel beauties bring up the rear of the Hudson Bay (Winnipeg-Churchill), the Skeena (Jasper-Prince George-Prince Rupert), the Ocean (Halifax-Montreal) and, of course,...
If you have never been on a long-distance train, I’ll acknowledge you might have a hard time understanding how anyone could justify taking three days to cross the country when...
Sometimes I wonder if the powers-that-be at Amtrak understand the real difference between coach passengers and sleeping car passengers. The difference is in our expectations. Let’s say I’m in Chicago...