I loved riding on trains, and train stations were special places. There was something about them, people going and coming, not the "fast" atmosphere that you found in an airport.
When I went out to Reno, I boarded the train in Dayton and went to St. Louis, and had to change there to another train. In St. Louis, one of the Busch family was boarding, children, nurses, secretaries a whole party of people. They loaded their own "steaks" and quite a few cases of Budweiser beer as well as a large number of suitcases and trunks. We all got a lot of free beer for the next few days.
Train travel was "elegant" in a lot of ways. Life went on as usual, you ate, slept, talked, yet, you were unknowingly "moving on." You were all in a separate moving world.
I always wanted to take one of those long train journeys in Europe, that would be neat. The Orient Express and some of those other famous trains would be nice to ride on.
