Headed East

In all my travels I've always gone West. I'm 30 now. Time to switch focus. After long months of sitting around Madison doing largely nothing I've decided to travel again. My boy Jason (you remember him, from Mongolia? Remember?) has been staying out in Vermont and he keeps telling me to come visit. So I'm off, upon a train again. Travelling at the speed of White!

Train outta Chi-town leaves at 930pm. All of Indiana, Ohio, and Pennsylvania is shrouded in darkness. My drowsy eyelids lift to reveal the rust of post-industrial Buffalo. I turn the sepia tone on my camera and shoot out the train window. Seems appropriate.

In Schenectedy, NY I'm treated to the height of charm from the chubby waitress at the Grogg Shoppe. Her personality is a bit too bubbly to be real. She ladles the blue cheese dressing onto my Kentucky Blue Burger with sloppy finesse, failing to allow the ladle to drip into the bucket, schlopping blue cheese all over the plate. Seriously? My request for a "medium" amount of bacon elicits a meaty palm full of bacon bits. Dear lord, perhaps I would've faired better at "Clinton's Ditch." With such an alluring name how could you go wrong? Ahhh, Schenectedy, I promise never to return. Unless passing through of course.

A svelte 32hrs after my departure from Home, Sweet, Home I'm in Rutland,VT. Jason picks me up at the train station. The adventure has just begun.