Lounging back on the comfortable love seat of the First Class railroad car on the train, I popped a chocolate brownie in my mouth. There was a sumptuous spread of food on the table before me and someone was strolling around taking drink orders.
I could not be more comfortable. This was the way to travel.
On a train.
No tiny airline seats, no elbows banged into your head as people pass, no seats reclined …