Progression run today. I was thinking about trains today.
A very important point was presented a couple weeks ago. JPD would arise before the sun, some say in the middle of the night. He would run 5, 10, 15 miles or more and then he would come home and require someone to drive him the four blocks to the train station. I am not convinced that it was the car drive that was required but rather a much needed face to face meeting with whomever was driving. If you were on time dropping off or picking up, the conversation was important. The driver could be my mom or one of many licensed drivers in the house. Even before we could drive it was a treat to head off in one of the many cars that we owned and drive to the train station. If you were lucky, my mom would have to drive to the bakery after dropping dad at the train. This meant you might get a cookie or, better yet a chocolate donut. When I was a little older, I had the honor of being taxi driver on the house to train station route, the one minute and thirty second conversation could always be meaningful. “When is your next swim meet?”, “what is your favorite swimming event?”, “can you help me sweep the driveway this weekend?” If I wasn’t creating a problem for my dad, he was usually solving one for me. I treasured the short time that we would ride together because JPD was steering me in a direction that I probably needed to go. I do not know if it was the same for Mom or any of the other drivers in the house, but, looking back now it was always special treat to drive JPD to the train even if you did not get a donut.
Purple mountain majesty. Favorite song today: Hallelujah, I Love Her So (she brings me coffee in my favorite cup!) performed by Ray Charles.