Thursday, January 14, 2010
I love train stations. That may seem weird since stations are so much like waiting rooms. It could be that I used to watch movies from the 1940's all the time (I still think that was the best decade for films) and everything important changed at a train station. People were always going off to war in Europe or waving them home from somewhere amazing while standing on train platforms.
Later on, I am taking a train from the Philly Amtrak station (see picture above) and I can't wait to take some pictures of the station. Here's another one:
Of course, my leaving the house has caused major questions from the kids because Mom only leaves to
b) get them food.
When I told them I was going to the ALA Conference in Boston, they wanted to know what our room would look like and if they got a day or maybe two off from school. "I'm not actually sure how much I like history," Emma reminded me, "and that's all like Pilgrim stuff, isn't it?"
They were stunned when I told them I would be back on Saturday night, and I was leaving and returning alone. These are kids who never even had a babysitter (I know, I know)
After the initial shock wore off (indicated by uncharacteristic silence), Philip asked me, "So are you like famous now or something?"
"No, it's just a conference."
He looked at me suspiciously. "You know what happened to Tupac when he became famous, right?"
I had that coming.
For years, it's been, "What? You ate a PORK HOT DOG THERE? Did you know they are associated with childhood leukemia?" "You forgot to wash your hands? WHAT? That's how the PLAGUE spread!"
You get the idea.
"Yes, I know what happened to Tupac. But these people are mostly librarians, people like that. They tend not to be violent."
"Maybe they are," he insisted. "They just cover it up."
"Gangsta librarians? The image just isn't forming, Philip."
They are coming with me all the way to the Amtrak station in Philly. Then I get to spend a day or so with a bunch of people who like books and reading and all that stuff as much as I do, probably even more. I'm betting I get over a hundred texts from my kids - and that will be within an hour of leaving the station.
But it's okay; I finally get to wave from a train - both ways.