A work trip to McLean, Virginia… and I decided to go Acela. Why not! We love trains.
Though the system at Penn Station is a little uncivilized, I must admit. They don’t tell you the gate until moments before boarding.
Reading on Acela.
The final Arrive magazine. Sniff.
One of my final bylines:
Pretty bay.
Looking at the surrounding traffic, I couldn’t be happier with my decision.
The Brutalist metro:
I thought Greg would enjoy seeing this lamp. It’s like one we had that broke.
My room.
Hilton lobby.
Drinks with my friend Suzy!
Cheers! Let’s get to work!
