Train in NY

Man...the trees fly by like a river of green. I'm on a train heading across Western NY heading to Saratoga Springs to see my mother. These Amtrak guys...bitching about some passenger that held them up for nine minutes. Not me...I stepped off the train in Buffalo to stretch my legs and walked into a wall of cigarette smoke. I called my brother. He will pick me up in Schenectady at one thirty. I will be glad to be home. I will eat wings and watch football and take long walks in the woods and think about my wife. We are struggling...I hope we can find a way to find each other again. I will be gone for a week and then back to Iowa where this thing called marriage will begin its next course.