Yup, I got a kick last week out of the festive feel on the streets of Chicago. And last night, I was spellbound by Union Station in Washington D.C. Decided to avoid the airports ... and Acela'd it Sunday afternoon from Boston to D.C. to see my Mom. That meant arriving at Union Station about 6pm. The Grand Old Lady looked Glorious in her Christmas Splendor. And I still get a chill out of reaching the front of the imposing edifice ... and spying the Capitol, glowing yesterday in the snow, framed by the entrance archway to the Station.
Before blogging became all the rage, Tom was posting book reviews and Observations (essentially early blog posts) to this site. You can find the archives below.
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