A train has just arrived
at the last stop,
Cleveland Hopkins International Airport. The several passengers
on board, including the photographer, have disembarked. It is about 8 PM on
a June evening, close to the longest day of the year, 2001.
I could not help remembering -- as I do each time I find myself here -- a
much earlier time in my life when I first came this way. I was a late-1960s draftee,
reporting in to basic training, the group flying from Cleveland to
Nashville, and then on to Ft. Campbell, Kentucky. Our trip from downtown
Cleveland took us upon the still-new Airport
line. In its own and decidedly not favorable way it was the most memorable heavy rail
experience I've had, even until now, and my many, many more trips
exploring. |
