washington dc

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.