Happy Happy Go Times.

I am now in the first hour of a ten hour overnight train trip. I have claimed a nice seat on the observation deck. I have some whiskey. I have a book about D. B. Cooper. Sleepy Southern California is rolling past my window and the train is making that very satisfying thrumble that trains make. I am a happy camper for once.

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Either Or.

So I am sitting at the bar in Union Station in downtown LA. I'm waiting for a train to show up and then take me to Tuscon. The drinks are WAY overpriced but the music is okay. The bartendress is very talkative but thankfully she is talking to the couple next to me who look shockingly like Rush Limbaugh and Oprah. If they can find love while looking at each other, then there may just be hope for the rest of us.

In the twenty minutes I've been here the bartendress has claimed that she sang backup on a Mariah Carey album and that she was accepted to Harvard Law School. I would be willing to believe either of those things, but not both.

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