I awoke to the countryside flashing past my window. The engineer had made good
time overnight, and the train was set to arrive only a few minutes behind
schedule. We pulled into Emeryville on a cloudy California morning.
The bus to San Francisco was waiting for us. It was a ...
My trip began when I stepped out the door of my apartment. Union Station was a
short streetcar ride away, and I arrived about an hour before my train was
scheduled to leave. It turns out I needn't have shown up so early; the
check-in process was to show ...