Contributor: Michael Plesset - - On a train, looking out the window. Wheat and people go by. Time to think, and remember, what we wish the past was. Time to think, and wonder what to have for lunch, and what our great grandchildren will be like, and their great grandchildren. They’ll understand the universe, they’ll know what happens when we die. They’ll wonder how we got along knowing so little, and why we spent our time the way we did, sitting on trains with so much time to think. It was a visit he wasn’t looking forward to, relatives with no common bond, postponed many times, until excuses have run out. Two more hours, to get to where he doesn’t want to go. Why haven’t you called? We missed you at the holidays. What have you been doing? A wedding of one of their children, one he really doesn’t know. They’ll be happy, their big...

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Author: Michael Plesset