Ms. Mama: “You sure are having a travel-full and wedding-full year after staying put in one place for so long!”
Me: “I know! I’m reminding myself to appreciate the adventure and not throw up over the expenses. We may take a train to New Orleans, it’s cheaper— and novel!”
Me: “It’s definitely White Christmas for me, no denying it.
Ms. Mama: “I suppose trains are different now; more businesslike and less musical, perhaps.
Me: “Well, if Danny Kaye’s not on board, I want my money back.”
Ms. Mama: “Would you settle for Bing Crosby?”
Me: “Hell no! Would you?”
Ms. Mama: “I like him, but no. Rosemary Clooney’s nephew George could stand in, though.
Alas,a train ride to New Orleans would take a whopping 24 hours, and the ticket price for a tiny bedroom is startling. No upper berth in the Pullman car for me, folks, and no gentle flirting or four-part harmony in the dining car… Someday!
Have you ever traveled by rail? Is it as fun as it looks?