The Twain! Boss! The Twain!!!

(With apologies to Fantasy Island)

We currently await the train to NYC from an anywhere station USA. The station is small, warm, and nice, and has the melancholy feeling of lost youth. If only the walls could talk, the tales this station could tell from the Golden Era of train travel. The era when the rich and famous would arrive and head off to some resort or another, and the hobos would be camping further down the rail.

Now it is just M and D here with our wee backpacks! Back on the road/rails and heading west! Going to strike it rich? Going to find fame and fortune? The big question is…are we the lost youth, the rich and famous, or the hobos?

All we’re missing is a stick and a bandana.

Who’s that handsome guy?
Can you hear the whispers of the past?
Time to Go!!

7 Replies to “The Twain! Boss! The Twain!!!”

  1. I agree with Jenn’s vote! ‘Strike it rich’ and come home next year to share with your next door neighbors! (Or at the very least… Sheba!!)
    You got ‘out of Dodge’ just in time- another ‘delayed opening’ at school!
    Have fun, you two kids – great seeing you!

    1. Lots of Yeshe Balls and Bagheera toys!
      Good to see you guys!
      So, school into July this year?

  2. I wish I would of thought of a couple of days earlyr, when AM track comes through Lincoln Ne, wave and we will wave back.
    On the art work, where do they get the money to buy all the paint?
    Bye for now, save travels.

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