The first trip I remember taking was on the train from Virginia up to New York City, watching the summertime countryside rolling past the window. They used white linen tablecloths in the dining car in those days, and real silver. I love trains to this day. Maybe that was the beginning of my fixation
“A man of action forced into a state of thought is unhappy until he can get out of it.”
“Great people talk about ideas, average people talk about things, and small people talk about wine.”