We’re taking the train to the convention and so far, there have been enough oddities too warrant a mini entry.
The moment we boarded the train, an older woman stood up and shouted, “Oh God, is this Worcester?” The confused young man standing next to her assured her we had not reached the last stop on the train, but only a mile out from Boston.
We were also surrounded by old men wearing pins that said “train enthusiast”. Some had walkie-talkies queued to the train’s radio and it was from them we learned that the brakes had broken down and we weren’t going anywhere fast.
We’re now on a new train, still on our way to Worcester and to Rock and Shock.
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