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It was a wonderful adventure!! Expansive and nourishing. NE Australia in the winter is tropically delicious. 🌴🦘 A very interesting experience in observing family dynamics and old patterns, and a timely reminder of just how frickin' huge this place is that we inhabit. Hurtling through space for hours and hours and HOURS just to get to hug my sister and nieces is such a mind-trip.
Also, it was a personal record-breaking 14 days away from my computer. LOL!!
'Catching up' is the very theme of my coming week! I'd love to connect with you. I'll message on Telegram. 😘
Today, I am enjoying NOT being on a plane, basking in my glorious solitude and home, watching some YouTubes I missed and picking up my dusty guitar! 😂 Talk soon! 🤍
That segment from Super Friends where they argue who was the bucket of water has been memory holed!! I swear I saw that while I was reading my younger sister’s copy of Barenstein (correct spelling) Bears.
Thanks as always for including me in the shenanigans.
It was AD 1984 and we were driving across the countries (USA and Canada) on the epic road trip. We reached Minneapolis to meet Bill's aunt and uncle. No, not the uncle in Indiana. No not the aunt in Bellingham. Well, the map and the directions to their address didn't agree. So we got lost. And we found: Muzak. Bold lettering on the glass front door to let us know. Bill screeches to a halt. Gets out. Gets camera. I get out because it is a road trip and you take the opportunities to stretch yer legs.
There is an enormous crack in the foundation of the building that goes up about two feet of wall and then crosses behind that front door and ends up going up the lintel over the door. Bill is clicking away and I say, "Huh. I always wondered where it came from." And Bill says, "You see how it wasn't built on a solid foundation." And we laughed.
Are we telling train stories? I enjoy train stories.
So this one time before I was born, my dad was in the car with mom and my eldest brother who was about two years old at the time. Brother John really loved trains. He was always excited about trains. They were driving somewhere and had been in the car for some hours when, utterly for no reason, dad says, quite loudly, "choo chooooo!" John looks around from the back seat where he's sitting (this was an extraordinarily long time before car seats and before seat belts were standard equipment but dad had a passion about installing them in each car he owned) and says, "Where choo choo? Where choo choo?" I have stopped at the first repetition. John didn't stop. He was very enthusiastic but also felt somehow it was a difficulty that no matter where he looked there was not a choo choo to be found. Mom said nary a word. But the glare intensified.
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There was a train from Omaha to San Francisco. It was AD 1969 and the family was travelling to Taiwan for dad's sabbatical from the university and also his important work in nuclear proliferation. We would be there for two and a half months. On the way we would visit the grave side of my mom's favourite cousin who had been recruited into the marines in 1940 and dies on Guadalcanal in 1942. So naturally having come all the way from St. Louis he was not important enough to bother sending all the way home, but his body ended up in a huge cemetery in a sort of "punchbowl" shaped crater on one of the islands in Hawai'i. We also visited Japan, Hong Kong, and Macau on that trip. How does this come to be a train story, again, Jim?
Well, it was glorious! Some friends drove us to the train station so we could leave our cars at home. We took a train from the university town to Kansas City, Missouri, about 45 miles, then connected to a train to Omaha. There we took a sleeper car to San Francisco which would have been on the Union Pacific/Central Pacific line. There were porters who brought our luggage to our rooms. The night porter would turn down the beds and make them up and have the room ready for when we were ready to sleep. There was an observation car with actually plush seating not the sort of leatherette abomination on the subsequent Amtrak era. A dining car with linen tablecloths on every table, crystal goblets for drinking water, an actual bar for ordering drinks, covered dishes brought to the table three meals a day, all manner of sophistication. Cutlery made of silver plated steel, thus actually "silverware" instead of plastic junk. Actual porcelain dishes, which had a nifty system in the train's kitchen for keeping them from crashing to the ground on every turn. The actual luxury of long distance American train travel before evil Nixon nationalised the trains and wrecked the country's economy on orders from his demon worshipping masters.
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There was a train in Taiwan that we took from the university town to "Lion's Head Mountain." I remember being fascinated sitting on a bench seat with the rest of the family and seeing a crowd of local persons board the train a few stations away from "our" town. There were several chickens in various kinds of wrappings. Live chickens, because you would want the chicken to be very fresh, mom said. Didn't understand that comment at the time. -grin- Mom strongly advised against trying to pet the chickens as they were inclined to peck and bite in their strange carpet bags with only their heads poking out the top.
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Later on in college I went to school on the east coast. There is a kind of corridor where Amtrak bothered to offer actual train services as opposed to just pretending that there was an occasional train. I remember going to Boston from New York city and having time to visit the dining car. My expectations had been set before the advent of Amtrak. Boy was I disappointed.
Now, I’m not saying reading The Scroll will cure your diverticulitis, but it will certainly make you laugh and laughing helps “move things along” so I prescribe reading The Scroll.
Thanks Demi!
P.S. I’m not an actual doctor so take or don’t take my advice.
Thank you for the mention, Demi! I confess every time I see the words Starfire Codes my mind changes it to Starfvcker Codes and thinks it knows it’s really Starfinder but Star🔥is correct because I cannot love THE SCROLL more - it’s the gift that keeps on giving - thank you for the hearty laughs and deep nourishment. I can’t stop reading.
I am back from my holiday and back at SCROLLing Substack. Thanks for including me, my amazing Floridian Angel!! I FUCKING love you!! 😂💖✨
I LOVE YOU TOO!!! How was your trip?!?!? <3
It was a wonderful adventure!! Expansive and nourishing. NE Australia in the winter is tropically delicious. 🌴🦘 A very interesting experience in observing family dynamics and old patterns, and a timely reminder of just how frickin' huge this place is that we inhabit. Hurtling through space for hours and hours and HOURS just to get to hug my sister and nieces is such a mind-trip.
Also, it was a personal record-breaking 14 days away from my computer. LOL!!
How are you faring way down there, my sister?
I'm so happy you got to see your family! I know how much you've been missing them!! Awww!!! <3
Doing well! Let's catch up this week when you have time! I want to hear all about it!! <3
'Catching up' is the very theme of my coming week! I'd love to connect with you. I'll message on Telegram. 😘
Today, I am enjoying NOT being on a plane, basking in my glorious solitude and home, watching some YouTubes I missed and picking up my dusty guitar! 😂 Talk soon! 🤍
Looking forward to it!! 🥰
Scrolling through this post is like experiencing a Substack feed with a superior algorithm. Nicely done.
Thank you so much! 🙏🏻💜💫
That segment from Super Friends where they argue who was the bucket of water has been memory holed!! I swear I saw that while I was reading my younger sister’s copy of Barenstein (correct spelling) Bears.
Thanks as always for including me in the shenanigans.
Thanks for being here!! 🙏🏻💜💫
Thank you The Starfire Codes
My pleasure! 🙏🏻💜💫
Wondeful scroll! Thank you Demi!! 🙌🌸🫶
Stay hydrated indeed!!! 😂👍
LOL!! Thanks! 🙏🏻💜💫
It was AD 1984 and we were driving across the countries (USA and Canada) on the epic road trip. We reached Minneapolis to meet Bill's aunt and uncle. No, not the uncle in Indiana. No not the aunt in Bellingham. Well, the map and the directions to their address didn't agree. So we got lost. And we found: Muzak. Bold lettering on the glass front door to let us know. Bill screeches to a halt. Gets out. Gets camera. I get out because it is a road trip and you take the opportunities to stretch yer legs.
There is an enormous crack in the foundation of the building that goes up about two feet of wall and then crosses behind that front door and ends up going up the lintel over the door. Bill is clicking away and I say, "Huh. I always wondered where it came from." And Bill says, "You see how it wasn't built on a solid foundation." And we laughed.
Always an honour to be mentioned by the lovely Demi ✨
Honored to mention you, Trudi! Happy you're here! Sending my love!! <3
Are we telling train stories? I enjoy train stories.
So this one time before I was born, my dad was in the car with mom and my eldest brother who was about two years old at the time. Brother John really loved trains. He was always excited about trains. They were driving somewhere and had been in the car for some hours when, utterly for no reason, dad says, quite loudly, "choo chooooo!" John looks around from the back seat where he's sitting (this was an extraordinarily long time before car seats and before seat belts were standard equipment but dad had a passion about installing them in each car he owned) and says, "Where choo choo? Where choo choo?" I have stopped at the first repetition. John didn't stop. He was very enthusiastic but also felt somehow it was a difficulty that no matter where he looked there was not a choo choo to be found. Mom said nary a word. But the glare intensified.
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There was a train from Omaha to San Francisco. It was AD 1969 and the family was travelling to Taiwan for dad's sabbatical from the university and also his important work in nuclear proliferation. We would be there for two and a half months. On the way we would visit the grave side of my mom's favourite cousin who had been recruited into the marines in 1940 and dies on Guadalcanal in 1942. So naturally having come all the way from St. Louis he was not important enough to bother sending all the way home, but his body ended up in a huge cemetery in a sort of "punchbowl" shaped crater on one of the islands in Hawai'i. We also visited Japan, Hong Kong, and Macau on that trip. How does this come to be a train story, again, Jim?
Well, it was glorious! Some friends drove us to the train station so we could leave our cars at home. We took a train from the university town to Kansas City, Missouri, about 45 miles, then connected to a train to Omaha. There we took a sleeper car to San Francisco which would have been on the Union Pacific/Central Pacific line. There were porters who brought our luggage to our rooms. The night porter would turn down the beds and make them up and have the room ready for when we were ready to sleep. There was an observation car with actually plush seating not the sort of leatherette abomination on the subsequent Amtrak era. A dining car with linen tablecloths on every table, crystal goblets for drinking water, an actual bar for ordering drinks, covered dishes brought to the table three meals a day, all manner of sophistication. Cutlery made of silver plated steel, thus actually "silverware" instead of plastic junk. Actual porcelain dishes, which had a nifty system in the train's kitchen for keeping them from crashing to the ground on every turn. The actual luxury of long distance American train travel before evil Nixon nationalised the trains and wrecked the country's economy on orders from his demon worshipping masters.
---
There was a train in Taiwan that we took from the university town to "Lion's Head Mountain." I remember being fascinated sitting on a bench seat with the rest of the family and seeing a crowd of local persons board the train a few stations away from "our" town. There were several chickens in various kinds of wrappings. Live chickens, because you would want the chicken to be very fresh, mom said. Didn't understand that comment at the time. -grin- Mom strongly advised against trying to pet the chickens as they were inclined to peck and bite in their strange carpet bags with only their heads poking out the top.
---
Later on in college I went to school on the east coast. There is a kind of corridor where Amtrak bothered to offer actual train services as opposed to just pretending that there was an occasional train. I remember going to Boston from New York city and having time to visit the dining car. My expectations had been set before the advent of Amtrak. Boy was I disappointed.
Thanks for the appreciation right back at ya ‼️✝️🇺🇸
Sending my love!
Now, I’m not saying reading The Scroll will cure your diverticulitis, but it will certainly make you laugh and laughing helps “move things along” so I prescribe reading The Scroll.
Thanks Demi!
P.S. I’m not an actual doctor so take or don’t take my advice.
🤣🤣🤣
Thank you for the shoutout! Always a pleasure 😍 and am happy to be able to make other people laugh and have fun
My pleasure! Thank you so much! 🙏🏻💜💫
Thank you for the mention, Demi! I confess every time I see the words Starfire Codes my mind changes it to Starfvcker Codes and thinks it knows it’s really Starfinder but Star🔥is correct because I cannot love THE SCROLL more - it’s the gift that keeps on giving - thank you for the hearty laughs and deep nourishment. I can’t stop reading.
Thank you so much, Kelly! Sending my love! ☺️🙏🏻💜💫
Dear Demi, your unparalleled dedication to the cause is awe inspiring!
Where are my manners?
Thanks for the mention.
Gary
Thanks, Gary! My pleasure! 🙏🏻💜💫
I thought I worked hard on here!
Thanks! I'm honored! ☺️
Geez, I didn't even remember saying that, lol. But you did Demi.
Thank you for refreshing my memory. It is good to remember, even if not a big reach, we are reaching somebody.
Thanks, William! My pleasure! 🙏🏻💜💫
Thank you for the mention
Of course! Thanks for being here! 🙏🏻💜💫
Thanks for the mention, Demi!
Of course! Thanks for being here! 🙏🏻💜💫