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What Riding Trains Taught Me About Americans

August 29, 2017

James McCommons has a fascinating post about being a train passenger at Zocalo:

Amos, a one-legged Amish man, was having trouble with his new prosthesis. He left the leg in his sleeping compartment and came to the diner on crutches—a hazardous ambulation on a moving train.

Because Amish do not buy health insurance nor take Medicare or Social Security, he rode The Southwest Chief from Chicago to California and went to Mexico to see a doctor. He paid cash for the leg in Tijuana.

“A van picked us up at border and took us to a clinic,” he told me. “They have everything down there.”

Now he was eastbound, crossing the treeless high plains of eastern Colorado. Amos stared out at the sagebrush and sighed, “I just want to be back on the farm. I don’t suppose you know anything about feeder calves, do you?”

I knew enough to make conversation, and by the time dessert arrived, I had learned how to finish, or fatten, a calf with corn.I’ve ridden Amtrak since college, and, in recent years, …

Read the rest of the essay here: What Riding Trains Taught Me About Americans – Nexus – Zócalo Public Square

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  1. August 29, 2017 9:00 pm

    Reblogged this on Buffalo Doug.

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