A portrait of my dad on the C line to Copley, on our way to Back Bay to go trainspotting, a weekly adventure. I don't like the noise of the engines bouncing off the tunnel walls so I stay behind the doors to each platform at the foot of the escalator. I look for the Amtrak Regional, the commuter rail (I've taken the Framingham line), and especially the Acela. I've got a toy train that I call the Pacific Express that I bring along. Mom has promised to take me on the train up to Portland, Maine, and I hear there is one called the Orient Express...
2 comments:
Best photo of Harry's dad I've ever seen.
Hello Harry,
This is your great Uncle Scott.
I was just reading about your skating, you're a fast learner. I didn't learn to skate till I was 35 years old. Hannah, your second cousin, taught me in the back yard.
I still fall down.
Bye...Scott
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