It is said that the journey matters more than the destination. I don’t agree. I believe they play on equal terms, not least because the one cannot exist without the other. And the beauty of a journey is nowhere more apparent than looking out the window of a moving train. There is a whole world out there passing by, glimpse upon glimpse, frame upon frame, rail upon rail. Did you know that in Connecticut there is a place called New London, complete with its very own River Thames? Eugene O’Neill lived there for years. His family’s summer house and setting of his plays Ah, Wilderness! and Long Day’s Journey into Night, is still standing – a museum and national landmark.
New York City to Boston on an Amtrak train.
April 30th, 2017