Dear Mr. Boardman. How can I write you? I even have a tea kettle with a train whistle that sounds. I chose to live in a place where I could hear trains fast-passing in the night, the lonely sound of the whistle. I've been riding trains since I was a child. I want to write you not only about writer's residencies and input for criteria - but about adding some raw vegetable and low salt choices to menu. While the red roses in silver bud vases may be gone forever -
I agree a train is a traveling community of collective and diverse voice. Now, about those residencies. It's the TV playing in business class with no one listening. It's the long cell phone conversations that interrupt the silence writers require. I may speak for many who love
Amtrak, who want to see its re-emergence with inventive fresh follow-through. Wish we had the compartments even for shorter trips. Once, Charlottesville to DC -- and lights of the houses and barns past-passing. A booklet of historic American train stations.