I tell you, I’ve got a serious travel bug right about now. I always hated the traffic in L. A. whenever we’ve ventured out that way, but we spent a week there house sitting and had the best time ever. So much to see and do. So we’re going out locally today for one of our “spont” trips. Meanwhile, Lynn is researching some places for us to go to with her sister and her husband the first week of May. Right now it looks like Zion and possibly Antelope Canyon. Then I have a trip to Minnesota the end of May to visit more family. Anyway…
I’ve always had a fascination with train travel. I’ve gone cross country- back and forth- twice in the past and really enjoy it, though It’s longer and costs a lot more money than flying. So it was a natural choice for me to visit LA’s Union Station when we were there two weeks ago. I couldn’t get an angle from the outside that I liked so concentrated on the inside.
The place is considerably smaller than New York’s Penn Station or Chicago’s Union Station. But no less interesting.
And did you know LA has a subway system? I thought that would have been impossible, what with all the faults and earthquakes running through there. But somebody must have been a good salesperson and sold them on the idea.
OK, I might as well give you one exterior shot. But this is not the Station itself. It is an office building across from the Union Station Plaza.
And yes, the title of his post is borrowed from Paul Simon’s song of the same name. I can’t help but hum that song to myself whenever I’m in a railway station.
I wish I was homeward bound,
Home where my thought’s escaping,
Home where my music’s playing,
Home where my love lies waiting silently for me.
Happy Sunday, everyone!