We all met on the Chicago to Manhattan train about 3am... a rag-tag collection of souls, commendeering the deserted club car.... somehow each comforted by the sway and rumble, the dark impatient landscapes, the laughter and communion.

He was a down-and-out musician traveling to find himself and his new band... she was taking on the Bronx, the fair girl from Green Bay... making pottery and designing spectacular leather coats.

Here, they shared an innocent slumber... temporary dream partners aboard the Mystic Express.

And as for us... we were on yet another ice cream adventure.



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