by Christopher Miofsky
St. Louis, Missouri
A red tractor sits ready for work.
I remember when I was about 17, my mom and I rode the Texas Eagle to Chicago to drop me off to meet my father. It was such a wonderful time that I still remember it as if it were yesterday.
We boarded the train in the early morning hours at the Alton, Illinois station and rode to Chicago Union Station downtown. We took breakfast in the Dining Car (which was very well prepared) and then sat in the Observation Car for over an hour just talking. My mom told stories of growing up on farmland in Illinois as we rode through its fields of gold. I listened intently as she spoke and seemed to be transported back to that time as she looked through the glass at the farms.
I will never forget this time I had with her because it was one of the few times that we were able to get away from everything (school, work, other responsibilities) and just spend time together.