The guidebook warned me this train was lousy with Cub Scouts or some Wee-Blow kind of nonsense. Hopefully only part way. Would hate to have to test my survival skills against theirs.
I am compelled to eat what I kill.
(thank god I got the sleeper)
I named the blog after Joe because I first used it to document a cross-country Amtrak trek. Now I use it for anything that's too big for Twitter.