“The eleven-thirty Amtrak Silver Star bound for Tampa and Miami,” announces a voice at Grand Central Station. Then Al Pacino shoots like seventeen people to death before being killed himself, his body sliding down the dull silver hull of a coach-class train. My sojourn on Amtrak’s Silver Star line wasn’t quite as dramatic as that […]
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