Georgian Sunrise

I watched the sun rise over the Atlanta skyline not long back.  I guess I rather would have been sleeping, but a few hours were all I could steal on this Amtrak.  We stopped for a while, having arrived at the Atlanta station a bit ahead of schedule.  And by station I mean a 10-ft wide strip of concrete not wide enough for the luggage trolley and a passenger to stand abreast.  Oh, and there's a carport-style roof.  Very classy.  It's cloudy here, quite cold as well.  Hotlanta my ass.

Amtrak coffee is really not good at all.  It says Green Mountain on the side, but it tastes of thinly veiled extortion.  See my earlier statement about the lack of train station slash no other option.  Some guy from Flickr thinks that it is a step up from airplane coffee.  He might be right, but I don't care.  Between junk and less worse junk I do not care to differentiate.

We just passed by the site of a freight train derailment.  I happened yesterday sometime, so crews were able to clean it up and let us pass through.  The carnage up close was pretty impressive.  In a horrific sort of way.  I wasn't able to take a reasonable picture, but you can look at the news story here and here.

Which leads me to my next question.  I mean statement. I mean rhetorical question.  I love the English language (even though right now I don't feel like I can use it properly.)  But why the hell do people board a train when they get on it, but de-train when they get off it?  Aeroplanes work the same way.  I'm sick of being told to watch my step as I 'de-plane' as if some moronic half-wit at Boeing had coined the term in a drunken stupor at the end of a long week, all Qualude'd out of his mind, just because he stuttered every time he said 'de-board.'  Not cool, dude.

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