![]() ![]() He pulled into the passenger drop-off area in front where just it so happened that Santa Claus was waiting to give us what we most needed for Christmas-a parking space. On our third circuit of Union Station, he finally heard me. It was beginning to look doubtful that we would be able to get on that train.Īs the minutes ticked away, my husband drove around like a maniac, hopping from red light to red light, looking in vain for a lot that didn’t have a sign that said FULL in front, while I kept saying we needed to pull over, get information and pause to consider our options. When we arrived in New Haven, our usual point of departure, the long-term parking lot in the station was full and so were all the others in the surrounding area. This Christmas our little joke took on new meaning. ![]() When we first started doing it, it seemed like there’d always be someone who would board, take a seat in front of or behind us, whip out a cell phone, make a call and say, “Hello, I’m on the train.”Īnd so now, whenever we settle into our seats, we look at each other and one of us will say, “We’re on the train!” My husband and I have a standing joke about traveling Amtrak.
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