We got in the Canadian at 1 in the morning, and went quickly to bed. My venerable progenitor not being as lissome as she once was, I got the top bunk, and was very happy with it, because everybody knows it’s the best bunk. The sheets were white and soft, the train was rumbling noisily, […]
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The White Owl and the Train
I couldn’t pinpoint with exactitude the day where my honorable mother, the White Owl, told me that she’d like to see the Pacific Ocean, but I quite remember that her next question was if we could go there by train. You see, my mother, and I know that she’s not unique in that, does not […]