Return to D.C.

Travel from New York to Washington D.C. is a pain to figure out. Flying is too expensive and not very efficient because it puts you miles away from Midtown. The bus is cheap, and plants you in Midtown, but it offers cramped seats and the constant possibility that you’re trapped for hours in gridlock on the New Jersey Turnpike.

That leaves the train, which is like paying to fly, but the accumulated time it takes to get from the middle of D.C. to Midtown Manhattan is slightly less.

So I’m blogging from the train. On the Acela Express, which is faster than the regular train, but still takes 2.5 hours.

I kill time by turning on my mobile device, opening Google Maps in a satellite view or Google Earth and watching a representation of myself flying overhead along the tracks looking down.

This Acela Express, by the way is really flying. But I also like hovering over the train station when we stop to pickup and let off passengers. A virtual representation of being Superman.

(But my X-ray vision doesn’t work when we go underground in New York, Philadelphia or Baltimore. Gotta work on that.)

Blogs on a train

It’s 7:30 a.m., and I’m on an Amtrak train heading north. I’m sure rail Internet connection has been around awhile, but it seems liks Samuel L. Jackson should be walking through this car saying, I’m sick of these motherf—— blogs on this motherf—— train.

In three hours, I’ll be on a plane heading west. That surely is Jackson territory. No snakes, please.