Today’s WP Prompt asks:

You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike?

I’ve done cross country trips by all of those modes of transportation- with the exception of a bike- unless WP means motorcycles.  They probably do. Also I don’t care if that’s right or not.

Though I love to fly more then anything in the world, the fact is, I’ve flown so much in my life that when I hear the cargo bay doors close I’m asleep before we even take off.

In the last three years of flying I was only away once for take off because I switched seats with someone who didn’t want to sit next to a Service Dog for a blind man. I mean- I’d have paid extra for that seat, so there was no way I was asleep when the plan took off and I was awake for the rest of the flight because I loved having that dog next to me.

But hands down, my favorite cross country trip was taken by train.

I had one of those little cabinettes to myself so I got to write and watch the scenery fly by in private. I saw snow, I saw deserts, I saw Prince’s  hometown, I saw ghost towns and my train even went through a neighborhood where people parked their cars right next to the tracks.

On that cross country train trip my train hit someone.  I take a commuter train to work and in the last four years I’ve been on trains or was held up by a train in front of us – the body count is around a dozen- one lady lived by that’s another story. Let’s just say, I’m no stranger to the process that a train goes through after a fatality.

Here’s the skinny: What I liked about the train ride was that I felt like a ghost drifting by other people’s lives.  In the blink of an eye  I moved from moment to moment on a train that hissed it’s way  over the mountains and across the Midwest.