the chief
from my experience riding the Amtrak Southwest Chief across the country earlier this year. 6:30 PM. The Chief arrives in Fullerton. I meet Jonathan in the window seat next to me. His mother and sister are across the aisle from us. He was visiting in LA. Together they are returning to Chicago. We chat about his recent trip to see the Northern Lights in the upper peninsula of Michigan. An announcement from the conductor. The observation car is open. Another announcement for dinner reservations. A reminder I have not eaten a proper meal all day. 9:30 PM. The Chief arrives in Barstow. The conductor warns those stepping out for air not to go too far. The desert is warm at night. I am tired but do not return to my seat. A man and woman sit together in the observation car. They discuss relationships over whiskey and coke. He offers advice, having one divorce and four other “great relationships”. I drift to sleep. 4:30 AM. I wake to an attendant asking if Flagstaff is my sto...