What an end to an amazing weekend!
This morning started out as a very cold and dreary day, but ended with the announcement by President Barack Obama that Osama Bin Laden had been killed.
So after reading the news on facebook and twitter and following the Presidential address, I grabbed my camera and headed over to the White House. A short trip in a cab and I was ready to join the mob of people already assembled near the White House.
People were already gathered from the gates and filling most of Lafayette Square. Here’s what the New York Times said about the event downtown:
The news touched off an extraordinary outpouring of emotion as crowds gathered outside the White House, in Times Square and at the Ground Zero site, waving American flags, cheering, shouting, laughing and chanting, “USA, USA!” In New York City, crowds sang the Star-Spangled Banner. Throughout downtown Washington, drivers honked horns deep into the night.
I told a friend earlier this year after being laid off from The State that 2010 would be “The Year of the Chip!” What I should have said is that it would be a “year of firsts.”
Not in my wildest dreams could I have imagined how great 2010 would turn out to be. The good news is, I’m only getting started and 2011 looks like it’s going to be even better!
Here’s what’s happened to make 2010 a year of firsts:

The train steadily creeps along like a lumbering packaderm through the whitecaped foothills of North Carolina.
Snow covers the ground like a wet cold blanket as we travel through old mill villages that time has forgotten about. They remind me of my days as a child.
In the field to my right I see two whitetail deer grazing for foilage.
The train makes occasional stops, but never more than 10 minutes. The starting and stopping is what makes the trip 10 hours.
Over to the left are perfectly lined tree plots of pines, the tips of their needles sagging from the weight of snow.
Snaking along the side of the train is a small creek filled with muddy water the color of mocha.
Business class is much nicer than I expected, very few passengers, most are friendly. The higher prices keep most people back in coach. I fear I’ll be soon upgrading my other tickets to business as well.
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Small dots of rain line the window as we travel through Raleigh NC. A small red barn sits atop a snow covered hill.
We picked up more passengers in Raleigh, our most yet. About half of the seats are still empty as some passengers converse while others type away on their blackberries.
Talks of God, life, love and old times surround me, leaving me feeling comfortable with my new surroundings.
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The homeless stations under bridges have been abandoned because of the cold weather. Surely they’ll freeze to death if they stay. Most of their belongings fit into one or two bags, it makes you realize how many unnecessary things we surround ourselves with.
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A passenger asks a stewardess which side has the best view. “it’s all the same to me…trees…sometimes water.” Over time we have all dulled our senses to what life has to offer.
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I talked to plenty of people are from both NY and DC and live in NC/SC. Most said I’ll love it. One said “don’t look up.” I think what they mean is don’t stop and stare, keep moving.
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I checked out the coach section, you can really tell the difference. Most are working class adults and each seat is full. It reaffirms my decision to get a business seat.
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Some people are reading USA Today. Some out of desire, some because it’s free. You cam tell if their interested based on how long they stay on each page.
What the paper won’t tell them is the story of the “terror training” exercises that they’ll find when they arrive at Union Station in D.C.
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Now in Virigina the snow covered mountains nestle the small train cars like candy in a wrapper. We limber slowly alongside 195 as cars and trucks fly by.
We’ve reached Richmond. My destination is within reach. Conductor announces “smoking/fresh air break” No thanks, I’ll pass. I’d miss the signal and be stuck there.
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The train is moving extra slow through Virginia. We arrive at Union Station an hour late. 10 hours is too long for one train ride. I may have to rent a car to go back home.
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Union Station is nice but busy. I breeze right through on the way to the Red Line. Once on the Red Line, I stop in Gallery Place/Chinatown to meet old friends for dinner. I know I’ve reached D.C.
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Tomorrow begins a new day and a new journey.