Yep, that's right, I'm taking the old Amtrak home next Tuesday - It's an overnighter - first stop Ithaca NY, then on to Chicago where I'll arrive at 9:30am on Wednesday the 17th. The ticket was only 88 bucks including tax! What a deal. I've had a swell time at Tommy's but I haven't been able to secure employment so I'm going to try my luck in Chicago. Nick's letting me sublet his place whilst he gallevants around Europe. Or Canada, or whatever. Hopefully Jesslyn will be able to secure me work at the coffee shop. I'll be needing other employment too, so If anyone knows of anything shoot me an email or give me a call.
And why, when you search Google Images for 'Amtrak' do so many of the images look like this: 
We're all hoping things go a little better than that.
It is what it is
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Heading Home!
Spewed out by Will at 14:42
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Yay!! Skippy dancey! Will is coming back!
p.s. talk to Kristi Knapp, she'll be thrilled to have you back; you should let her know you're coming home soon and she can probably book you dates in the near future
let me know if you need her number, or still have it in your phone
you can sublet my place and live with elanor...
guess i won't be seeing you at Cheers :(
Adeola
so all my come-hither looks from afar have worked? sweet. see you soon.
-pip
I'm glad you're coming home. Finally! Someone I like in Chicago!
JP might work at that coffee shop too, wouldn't that be a boner-inducing experience?
I can't wait to read your blog post of the crazies you encounter on amtrak. I once took a greyhound bus from chicago to bumblefuck north wisconsin and sat next to one of those classic nutjobs who thinks the guv'ment gave him unnessary brain surgery.
will,
love the camera work/scanned photos on the blog. With a new inotebook G4, and printerscannercopier, i look forward to the possibilities...a picture's woth a thousand words. That image of a (let's assume) eastwardbound Amtrack engine reminds me that the romance of european train travel is possible in America too...second photo not withstanding.
trips with your mother down to Salukiville in the early 70's to catch another NIU/SIU hoops drama followed by a whistle wetting at a country roadhouse I think was named Melvin's.
trips on the "city of new orleans", standing between cars taking in the distinctive slow humidity of the deep south once the train hit Mississippi. Might as well have been a foreign country.
and the best was the three day return trip from a flight to LA from Chicago in those early post undergraduate days of making the parental break completely official...a poverty stricken time full of possibility.
upon arrival in S.Cal we crashed at Anne Kelly's. Waking up to Cat Steven's "morning has broken" sort of triggered a high that that for lack of better word was spiritual in nature. it only intensified as the day wore on; being approached by a young man who handed me a book of scripture near the gates of disneyland while stating "you're from Oak park, IL." Startled by that, I first checked my tee-shirt for perhaps the name of a chicago hot dog emporium of note that might have made the guess less uncanny. By pirates of the carribean, i felt really reborn in Disneyland. just like Al Greene's headline on the cover of Rolling Stone some ten years later.
did i digress from train travel ? in conclusion three days LA to chi was spent on conversation with a young man headed to Boston for awhile. across the night desert and sunlight rising over plains the train rumbled and we talked. Saying goodbye iin Chicago, I knew the experience would remain a touchstone of connection for a long time. Even though long letters were the norm for a few years, i only saw him one other time and it ws much less intense.
sorry about another excerpt from "My Summer of Living Vicariously". I get the feeling that coments which go on and on like this one are bad blog form. But what do I care ? i'm anonymous.
ciao.
and the adventure continues........
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