09 July 2010


Am I the only one out there who really likes trains?

I guess I didn't like them so much when one ran right behind my apartment building, but now I just have a pleasant freight line that runs a block away from home, and the above near-ish to my office.

When I moved to Akron I was struck by the lack of airplanes flying over. Thankfully we have plenty of trains.

I'd miss the background noise.


I find it a little creepy that I am excited for Fall right now.

I am getting things done. I had a to-do list that was totally obsolete the other day.

4th of July weekend was too perfect to blog about.

Instead I will tell you that it's humid here, and I am a little bit sleepy.

Wrote several new poems this week. Really need to send poems out.

I am reading with Aaron Burch and Michael Dumanis on Thursday at CSU as part of the Imagination conference. Come see us. We will thrill you.

Thursday, July 15
Cleveland State University
5:30 – 7:00, Main Classroom 1st Floor Auditorium
Reading by Aaron Burch, Mary Biddinger & Michael Dumanis


Diane Lockward said...

I love trains. When I was a kid living in NJ, one of the big thrills for me was riding all night in a train to Cleveland to visit my grandparents. My mother, my brothers, and I slept overnight on the train in a kind of compartment whose name eludes me right now, but I can still evoke the excitement of looking out the window from my bed and watching cities fly by. Also loved the dining car.

Lyle Daggett said...

When I was a kid, it was still more common to travel by train than by plane. (By the time I was in high school, early 1970's, airfares had started to become low enough that the balance began to tip, and it became more common, in the United States, to fly places than to go by train.)

When I was about 3 years old, my mom and dad and sister (a few months old) and I traveled by train from Pennsylvania to Iowa to visit my dad's father. At one point we had to change trains somewhere in the middle of Ohio, sometime after dark, winter time, and the train we came in on arrived late, so we had to make a run for it across the railroad yard to catch the other train that was about to leave. Then when we got on the other train, the car we were in had no heat because the heating pipes had frozen, so the conductors and porters brought in table pads from the dining car and handed them out to everybody to use as blankets.

I remember the whole scene vividly, even that long ago. I was too young to get much of the context, I only knew that we were going (somewhere) on a train. But I remember that night clearly.

I really hope high-speed rail becomes a reality. I'd be going from Minneapolis to, oh, Chicago, Madison (Wisconsin), who knows where else, like every month or two at least.

Valerie Loveland said...

I am taking a train from MA to NJ next week! I could take a plane or drive, but trains are the best way to travel.

I take the subway a couple times a week, and I really like that too.

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Justin Evans said...

You are reading on my birthday. I will pretend that you are reading 'for' my birthday.

Alexa said...

Trains are wonderful places for writing and reading. In Sacramento the sound of the night trains is like land foghorns, soothing and dream-inducing.

Penultimatina said...

I love these comments.

Thank you!

Justin, I will read a cake for you.

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