His chin is raised and his head cocks left,up,right and down as he loudly yelps instructions in a raspy tone from a head that appears smaller and younger than his older overweight frame.
A wild turkey, often seen in my back yard, is the ﬁrst thought that populates my distracted attention.
Three women have chosen the four seats in front and he has instinctively sat forward and quite proudly yelped: ‘those are ONLY for families of four . . .’ Left, up right and down…
To which the ﬁfty something year old woman with a pleasant mid western drawl replies: ‘yes, we see that . . . and our father is joining us with our luggage. . .’
Into the following pecking silence . . .
I hear my voice slowly reminding the Turkey that: ‘. . .and in fact, this is a Quiet Car. . . ‘
Pointing to the sign as the train rolls out.
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Love it! I had been missing the stories! Patricia Lovejoy
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