|Somehow, I don’t imagine this is our conductor.|
Secret Agent Fred and I are spending Christmas day taking the train down the coast to Los Angeles. It’s supposed to be a really spectacular trip and I like riding on trains,
but right now, four hours before we’re supposed to leave, Fred and I are both sort of loaded (in Fred’s case, you can delete the “sort of” part. Plowed would be a better description.) Still, how hard can it be to get on a train?
We’ll be back soonish, I’ll tell you all about it.