Strangers on a Train - Part I
March 9th 2011 “Oh excuse me, miss, your son is eating a…pad of butter.” At hour 28 into this train ride I raised my head off the dining room table and said, “Who cares. Its free.” She cleared her throat and sat down with her young daughter to join Owen and I for dinner; communal dining on this train. Owen takes his butter laden fingers out of his mouth and grabs his DS. “Look what I’ve got!
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