As far back as I can remember—and, trust me, that’s a long way—it was always a big deal whenever I was able to catch a glimpse of the locomotive from...

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...

I got an email the other day from someone—a woman— who was aware that Amtrak management has been giving their conductors a hard time. Of course it was a woman...

On the off chance this damn caronavirus won’t last forever, I’ve started thinking about where I would go and what I would do the next time I travel. I’m thinking...