The end of August marked the end of Jacob's one-year residence at Apt. 6, 666 Tremont Street in Boston. What took 3 or 4 mini-van loads moving in, warranted a U-Haul van moving out, so I determined a one-way rental was most economical and took The Downeaster from Portland to Boston the day before the big move. Jacob drove down from Camp Calumet in New Hampshire to meet me and as coincidence would have it, Beth was enroute from Sara's move home from DC and could pick up the car in Portland. With all the logistics worked out, the train ride on The Downeaster, my first, was relaxing to say the least. I had all day and nothing to do until the next morning.
The view from a train is uniquely different from the turnpike: most is of commercial backlots, cluttered or overgrown railroad sidings, forest and undergrowth, bankings and backyards. Interesting snapshots appear and disappear as quickley as they come into view:
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