Beginnings

BeginningsThe Train had come down from Boston and it was jam-packed when it stopped at New Haven. She had her crap spread out all over the seat---two valises, a guitar and a duffel bag---as if she were going on a grand tour of the Bahamas instead of probably just home for the Thanksgiving weekend. I had come through three cars looking for a seat, and when I spotted her living in the luxury of this little nest she'd built, I stopped and said, "Excuse me, is this taken?"She had dark-brow...