I’m Back. What Did I Learn?

I’ll be answering that question for some time to come. What I didn’t learn is that the American people are open, kind, generous and willing to tell their stories of their lives and the places they come from. I didn’t have to spend 10 nights in hotels and 8 nights sleeping coach on Amtrak to figure that out.

But it was experiencing all of that – feeling what I did – that may have changed my life. I will never forget the people – it was the people more than the places – that made the trip – who guided me along. Whether it was Perry, Adriana, Sheila and Bill (more on these last 2 soon) or the many people along the way with whom I had 10 minute chats – I felt something good from all of them.

While I spent two nights in New Orleans, Austin, San Diego, Portland and Chicago traveling 19 states in 19 days, it was the people – not so much the places – I met who made the trip for me.

We Have Beautiful Train Stations

With the exception of the decapitated rat maze known as New York Penn Station most of the train stations in America are pretty nice if not out right beautiful. The surprising entry is New Orleans’s Union Passenger Terminal which features a huge, column free waiting area that was marble (or faux marble) clad.

This photo doesn’t do it right.  It looked a lot better in the 8:30 AM sunlight.

union passenger terminal new orleans

I’ll have more to say about Amtrak and the stations in an upcoming post.

Blogging On The Run Wasn’t Really For Me

Once I left San Diego and had reached the 1/2 point of my trip I stopped blogging and decide to wait till I got back. It was too much trouble to set things up on the train and besides, staying connected to the net was more than challenging. There were a lot of dead spots in remote parts of Texas, Montana and North Dakota (2 Dakotas are not necessary as far as I can tell) where cellular service is still an idea and not a reality.

The Things I Did Right

  • I made it all around the country in 19 days which was the goal. It’s doable but I never stayed in one place very long.
  • I wore just about every thing I packed. It was especially good to have 3 types of jackets because the weather ranged from the 30s to the almost 90s.
  • I ate at some hold in the walls, like Mother’s Restaurant in New Orleans, that was as good as a fancy, expensive restaurant. But I ate real well too like Clyde Common in Portland. That creamy butter topped off with Jacobson’s Sea Salt was a heart attack waiting to happen.

And The Things I Did Wrong

  • I did not need to take a GoPro camera. I had seen a few YouTube videos that made me think it was a good idea. It wasn’t. The only time I used it was during a bike ride in Austin.
  • I took the wrong “luggage.” I bought a fancy back pack for the trip figuring I’d like to travel hands free. Huge mistake. The back pack was an albatross and I never got it adjusted to fit right. I must have looked like a stupid old fool trying to put that beast on my back. I wasn’t camping so why did I do that? Far better if I had take a conventional rolling suitcase.

Americans Are Messy

You have no idea just what a mess we have made in too many places – cities and their outskirts – with all the junk we have created for our 242 years. I saw so much clutter of broken and useless stuff – rusted automobiles, abandoned refrigerators, dead microwaves and useless farm equipment for miles and miles. Evidence of a fading Industrial Age is every where. It didn’t seem to matter where I was. I was shocked at how people live with and within the messes they have made.

More To Come

Now that I am back and in the next few days and weeks I will write more before I forget some of the fine details of what I just experienced.

I’ll be sharing my pictures, videos and stories as I tell you what I saw and experienced.

4 thoughts on “I’m Back. What Did I Learn?”

  1. Have tried to get into Mothers for many years but always discouraged by lines. Was it worth wait? Nola has so many good restaurants. Sorry to hear about the junk. Reminds of Rome that is full of graffiti especially the train trip from airport to Rome. Thought I was back in the Bronx in the 70’s.

    • I just stumbled on to Mother’s. The locals love it. It’s not fair to call it a hole-in-the-wall. It’s much better than that. I can still taste the fried chicken.

      My son and his wife are in New Orleans right now. I told him to go there. Like he was going to listen to me?

    • I am not real happy with my pictures. I’m trying to find the best ones.

      I hhope you subscribe to my blog so you will know when I write a post about you.


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