I was sitting in the Amtrak train station in Sanford, Fla. the other day, waiting for my car to be unloaded. A 30-something guy was on the bench next to me, talking about his experience on the auto-train. It left northern Virginia at 4 p.m. and arrived in central Florida at 9 a.m. It was his first time; I\u2019m an old pro.<\/p>\n
I asked him how he\u2019d slept. \u201cNot well, not well at all,\u201d he replied, and went on to describe just how bad his night was. He woke every hour; first it was his hip that got him up, sore from lying sideways on a reclining train seat, even though it was longer and wider that those in first class on an airplane. He\u2019d turned to the other side, but an hour later, his shoulder started to ache and woke him up again. A little later, a cramp hit his calf, forcing him to leap over his wife, waking her in the process as he rushed to the aisle to shake it out.<\/p>\n
An hour later, the train stopped to change crews. The quiet roused him from slumber. He\u2019d gotten used to the click, clack of the steel wheels on the metal track. Sore hip, sore shoulder, leg cramp, quiet and finally, a 2 a.m. call from Mother Nature that sent him down a narrow, winding staircase to the rest rooms, just as the train hit a bad section of track, sending him reeling into the wall. \u201cI got eight hours of sleep, one hour at a time,\u201d he said, in summary.<\/p>\n
I chuckled, but only to myself. He\u2019d just described a typical night\u2019s sleep for an old coot. I didn\u2019t want to depress him, so I refrained from telling him that he had many of those nights ahead, in his not too distant future. Thirty or 40 years by the calendar that will seem like 15 minutes when he gets there and looks back. It\u2019s a speeding, rocking train, this thing we call old coot time.<\/p>\n
Finally, our car came rolling out of the automobile container unit; I said goodbye to my 30-something friend. That was 30 seconds ago, by old coot time, 28 days by the calendar. Pretty soon, 10 days from now, I\u2019ll have to face up to a train ride back home. I won\u2019t be able to complain to my wife about the fractured sleep we will endure, the rocking motion of the passenger car, the long wait to get going, and a longer wait for our car to be unloaded. I\u2019ve shot my mouth off too many times about how fast time flies. If I start bellyaching, she\u2019ll look me dead in the eye and say, \u201cWhy are you complaining; it will be over within ten seconds?\u201d She is right (as usual). I\u2019ll be home before I know it and complaining about something new. The weather!<\/p>\n
Comments? Complaints? \u2013 mlessler7@gmail.com.<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I was sitting in the Amtrak train station in Sanford, Fla. the other day, waiting for my car to be unloaded. A 30-something guy was…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-46918","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-editorial"],"yoast_head":"\n