Tucson, Arizona
The night before leaving Tucson the sky was red and the weather reports were saying thunderstorms in the morning. I thought that sounded like the opposite of the old saying and set my hopes on the old adage instead of technology. I had some driving to do in New Mexico.
Waiting for the train in the Amtrak station feels a bit like I am in a child's story book the conductors are waiving everyone on to the train and shouting all aboard as the whistle blows. The s...