After failing at my old job to build the Purple Line, a train that would run through the Maryland suburbs north of Washington, I told Oliver that I was now trying at my new job to build more of Philadelphia's Blue Line. "Did you build your blue train today, dada?" No, the Congresswoman who was supposed to come to our Blue Line event canceled at the last minute.
Thinking smaller, I told the conductor of my Amtrak train to Harrisburg that water had been pouring through the ceiling onto the seat next to me. She shrugged. "That's what happens when it rains."
Our new goal is to go see the actual life-size Thomas the Tank Engine in Lancaster next weekend.
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