Cait and I took a train out to Cookeville this weekend. It was a fall foliage ride held every year by the Tennessee Central Railway Museum. It was lovely. Like most everyone these days, I’m enamored with train travel. — a relaxing and sentimental alternative to car or plane travel. The landscape whizzing by and the sedating white noise of the tracks provide the perfect background for quiet contemplation and casual conversation. Cait commented that the next time we’re on a train, we should be crossing the China/Mongolia border on the trans-Siberian railway. I couldn’t agree more.