"No planes, but buses, trains and automobiles"

This week I had split day gigs in CA, which allotted me the opportunity to pick up the car in OC that has been sitting there since Mike went to the academy in TX. Airfare has skyrocketed so I opted to take the Greyhound since it was so affordable. I was prepared for the worst. Ready for smelly people, weirdos and a dirty vessel. To my surprise none was the case. The passengers were mostly elderly friendly travelers and foreigners. I got off the bus in Santa Ana at a quaint little refurbished train station that reminded me of the stations of my youth. There is just something about a train that I really dig. It takes me back to my days of riding the train between Needles and Winslow. I spent many a trips in the viewing car, the dining car and curled up in my seat. I rode the train alone at a pretty young age. My dad is a railroader and he always knew the conductor on Amtrak, who would assure my safe passage. Maybe that is why travel seems to come so easy to me. Someday I'd love to take my family on a train trip.
I rode the MetroLink. Yes, just a few days after the tragic MetroLink crash. On a different line though. Its a wonder more people don't use the train, it was so clean and super fast. It took literally minutes to ride from Santa Ana to Laguna Niguel, too short really, I was having fun.
After a good night's rest at Glena's place. Which was so much better than staying alone in the man-hole. I don't know how my honey does it. I was off to Carlsbad for my gig. I just couldn't fathom staying in CA alone until Sunday, so after work, I opted to drive home to the kiddos.
Thank goodness for audio books, they make the trip sooo much easier. I've been listening to Eragon and Eldest, even better the second time. Now I have to turn around and come back as I have to get a client ready for the Emmy's.