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"There are countless horrible things happening all over the world and horrible people prospering, but we must never allow them to disturb our equanimity or deflect us from our sacred duty to sabotage and annoy them whenever possible." -Auberon Waugh
Those style of posters are wonderful! I've always liked Art Deco. The trains were great.
ReplyDeleteThe Cincinnati-Union Terminal shown in that poster is still active and also houses a number of museums and an IMAX theater, and routinely hosts different big events.
ReplyDeleteGood to know that such a wonderful icon still exists. Is it still a train station?
DeleteDeborah: I'm fond of those old railroad posters, too. When my brother and I were kids, my father took us on an overnight trip on a passenger train from Raleigh, NC to Washington, DC (pre-Amtrak). We even had a private room! It was wonderful.
ReplyDeleteRebecca: Thanks for the info. I was curious about that structure featured in the background.
Paco, my first train ride was when I was nine or ten. It wasn't as elaborate as yours. I don't remember if it was in Virginia or Pennsylvania, but it was exciting nonetheless.
DeleteMany years later, I rode on a train in Germany that had an Orient Express car (exclusive was beyond the means of an Army Private First Class). It was an adventure. The Porter woke me before reaching Nuremberg, apparently with "intentions". My imagination took hold with visions of ending up dead in some field after being tossed from the train for turning him down. I portrayed my position as a much loftier position than the reality of being a driver. Luckily, he backed off...for whatever reason. But the adventure continued when waiting for the connection to Mannheim when a body was discovered in a locker. I didn't stick around for the arrival of the Polizei, even tho I had no connection.
Hey, Deb, I just got an email from a guy claiming to be an inspector with something called INTERPOL, and he wants to know where to find you. I told him you were living in Brazil, somewhere way up the Amazon River; I figure you didn't want to be bothered.
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