“Thank you for calling,” I replied, over and over.
The senators, unceremoniously referred to as “The Boss” in most offices, might or might not receive the message.
I voted in the auditorium that had doubled as our cafeteria
Then I walked to the Metro station through my suburb to what my mother always ironically referred to as its “beating, pulsing heart."
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The Bar, The Phone, and The Train
This was exactly the soapbox I had wanted for almost as long as I'd been riding Amtrak, my chance to speak to the people about our national rail.