I’m on the Acela from Union Station to BWI. Free wi-fi, but it’s too short a trip (twenty minutes) to justify getting out the laptop. I’m just going to look out the window and enjoy the fastest train ride I’ve been on since I was in Europe.
[update a few minutes later]
This is the slowest high-speed rail I’ve ever seen. Just north of DC the train came to a complete halt for a couple minutes. It then proceeded at a pace sufficiently leisurely that we were passed by the Orange Line to New Carrolton.
OK, I’m now officially screwed. They just announced that they have an engine problem and are backing up into DC.
Whoops. Now saying that they’ve fixed it. We’re finally accelerating. But we’ve lost several minutes. It’s already nine minutes past scheduled arrival time. I still may not make it.
[update a few minutes later]
On the bus to the airport. It will be tight.
[10:15 EDT update]
I made the flight, with checked luggage. Next stop, Dallas.