Passengers file through the concourse at Union Station Washington DC.

Union Station, Washington DC

Tracks here are outside, and the platforms are fairly clean.

Union Station here is built on the same grand scale as in Chicago, with similar shabby adaptations.  The main hall is filled with little concessions.

I have to claim my bags, because the Acela does not have baggage check.  I hire a red cap to run me over to the train.

Train tracks in the station
Red cap loads baggage at Union Station Washington DC.

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Robin Cravey is a Texas poet, publisher, citizen, and lawyer. As editor and publisher if Tilted Planet Press, he has published several books of poems, including Diverging, I am a Comet, and Benchmarks. His book Watermarks has been serialized on the Austin Sierran website. A sixth-generation Texan, Robin grew up in Houston, loving tall trees, big clouds, girls, Omar Khayyam, Carl Sandberg, and Walt Whitman. He came to Austin to attend UT, loving clear water, peyote, taxicabs, women, newspapers, hitchhiking, Marcus Aurelius, and William O. Douglas. He married and had kids, loving Dr. Suess, Star Trek, Baghavad Gita, Mohandas Gandhi, and Macintosh. Eventually he volunteered way too much, published books, ran a business, fought city hall, went to law school, worked at city hall, ran a small law office, ran for public office. In recent years he has divided his time between Austin and Providence, Rhode Island, loving Wayland Square, bicycling, and long train rides.

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