Amtrak Affair
Los Angeles Union Station was bathed in the soft orange light of dusk as I entered the huge concourse, headed for baggage check-in. I had my tickets for Amtrak’s Train Number Four, the Southwest Chief, heading for Chicago, and was looking forward to spending almost two days on the train, seeing America from ground level. I had booked a Deluxe Bedroom, complete with its own toilet and shower, mainly because I wanted the oversize bunk and my own private bathroom. It cost a helluva lot more than...