The trip from Chicago to LA was one of those with the less said the better. 193 Boys Scouts and their leaders pretty much took over the train on their way to a major camp out experience. The train crew dreaded having the boys on the scout’s return trip, it seems that there are an insufficient number of showers at this particular camp. Sleep was scarce commodity, even for me; I managed a grand total of about 8 hours sleep during the three night trip from DC to LA.
Southern California
Union Station (how original) in LA is quaint at best with only a few fast food places and one quick stop store. The atria, however, is quite lovely with tiled wall murals with fountains, tiled benches and several tall old trees although the mimosa didn’t look all that healthy. There were quite a number of people in the atria area many of whom gave me disapproving looks when I pulled out my camera, so I took no pictures there.
A kindhearted cart driver spotted me sitting with two other ancients and offered us a ride to our common track – which turned out to be a wonderful gift as our track was almost a quarter mile away and he dropped us within 5 foot where the train doors would open. Less than an hour later I was in Simi Valley and on my way to my sister-in-law’s (she had been married to my eldest brother) house. Diana and Karl have always been so very welcoming to my sons and me.
I had not seen this side of my family since well before I moved from northern California in 1996. Image my shock when the nieces and nephew I still thought of as young adults were actually middle aged and some of their children are now young adults. As I refuse to sit still to be photographed, I could hardly ask my family members to pose for me.
During the 10 days I was in Simi, there were three family gatherings and I only wish I had had more time to spend with them. My sibling’s children are quite remarkable adults whose company I greatly enjoyed and appreciated. Come to think of it, all of the nieces and nephews that I have had contact with are quite remarkable individuals.
A kindhearted cart driver spotted me sitting with two other ancients and offered us a ride to our common track – which turned out to be a wonderful gift as our track was almost a quarter mile away and he dropped us within 5 foot where the train doors would open. Less than an hour later I was in Simi Valley and on my way to my sister-in-law’s (she had been married to my eldest brother) house. Diana and Karl have always been so very welcoming to my sons and me.
I had not seen this side of my family since well before I moved from northern California in 1996. Image my shock when the nieces and nephew I still thought of as young adults were actually middle aged and some of their children are now young adults. As I refuse to sit still to be photographed, I could hardly ask my family members to pose for me.
During the 10 days I was in Simi, there were three family gatherings and I only wish I had had more time to spend with them. My sibling’s children are quite remarkable adults whose company I greatly enjoyed and appreciated. Come to think of it, all of the nieces and nephews that I have had contact with are quite remarkable individuals.