I would suspect that Amtrak’s decision to halt the vaccine mandate for employees reveals that most of the holdouts are front-line workers on the trains themselves.
“I would bet, and it is essentially admitted by the statement from Amtrak, that a much higher percentage of the critical workers are refusing the vaccine than exist in the total employment ranks. The most productive and critical employees within any organization are independent minded, dependable and capable of a much larger influence than the average person. It is inside that core group of highly critical employees where effects from a vaccine mandate refusal makes the biggest impact.”
The mask nazis, in other words, whom we encountered on our last train trip, who threatened to throw off the train any passenger caught not wearing a mask. And put them off in the furthest reaches, the most rural, part of the schedule. Their performance soured us a bit on government railroad but we’re still considering a rail trip to Sedona next year.
Via The Conservative Treehouse
Bought our end of April tickets to Oklahoma City. Trying again to get within range of Higgins in the Texas Panhandle and OCS comrade Russ Wheat’s grave. At least we can expect no ice storms this time.
Another fun Amtrak trek, made on Oct 25, returning on the 28th. We’d intended to rent a car/truck and drive to Higgins in far north Texas, to see the grave of an old Army friend. We ran into an ice storm instead which kept us in the hotel in OKC. But we had fun anyway.
The most fun were the train rides, the third and fourth after our jaunts to Colorado and back in 2019. We had a bedroom enroute to Fort Worth, as usual, but with room service of a meal this time, and thence a coach seat to OKCity. And the reverse on the 28th, but this time had a small roomette from Fort Worth to Austin. Which also got us room service from a friendly staff person.
The only bad part is the four-hour layover in Fort Worth. Those wooden benches in the old station are very uncomfortable for so long. But we enjoyed the ride of even the coach seats. Rocking along from side to side.
As for the train cars, they were clean, so far as we could tell, if a bit shabby. All that deferred maintenance imposed by the crooks of Congress who only maintain Amtrak’s northeast corridor, which they use, of course. Flyover country gets the schnitz. Schmucks.
Nailed us in Oklahoma City, ice everywhere with a little snow and temps in the 20s. Farther west, where we were planning to go, the worse it got. Worst of all at our destination: Higgins in the Texas panhandle, and OCS buddy Russ Wheat’s grave, where the snow was more than a little and the temps in the teens.
So we stayed in the hotel, where three nights and two days in bed was quite fun. And Amtrak was enjoyable, as usual. Had a roomette where the conductors brought our meals. Got back to find that ice on the local lines caused a power outage which killed the furnace. So was a mite chilly until we got it going again. We’ll try again in April.
Sigh. Just looking at the pics (or pix, if you prefer) brings back memories of our two thousand mile Amtrak excursion earlier this year. We only got a few canyons (in Colorado and New Mexico) and no mountains at all in Texas and Kansas) but we want to do it again next year. This time we’ll cut the distance to Colorado in half by going and coming back across West Texas.
Bar and I agree, we can’t stop thinking about our train trip and want to do it again this year. In October, probably, when it’s cooled off a little in West Texas, which is the route we’ll take.
South to San Antonio and thence to El Paso. At that point, it’s a toss-up. Back to Trinidad or continue west to her birthplace of Phoenix? We’ll see.
Mostly no. As Bar told her bosses the other day in complaining about a lack of coordination in her job, from her vacation experience, “people on trains cooperate with each other.”
The passengers, yes, for the most part on our heartland excursion. There were the inevitable rude few. The staff, sometimes, if they weren’t too busy. Then there’s the woman conductor who complained after a long day of working with women attendants. The men, she said, were only slowed in following her directives by the need for details of what to do. The women stopped altogether, complained about this or that and otherwise expected special attention before they’d get to it.
Our woman attendant on one run made up our bed well enough, remembering to leave the upper berth up so Bar didn’t get claustrophobia, but neglected to mention that we could turn down the volume on our Big Brother public address speaker in the ceiling. “Why didn’t you ask ?” she said. Why did I need to? We were paying for first-class service (about a dollar a mile) and not getting it. Principally because the train was short-staffed and she was overworked
I spent an uncomfortable time thinking about how we would get out of a sleeper car derailed and turned on its side. It could be as simple as following directions on the windows about how to remove them. If they weren’t broken, too far above you or lying on the ground under you. Not that derailments here in flyover country are as common as those on the Northeast corridor.
The between-cars connections frightened Bar (never having seen it before) she said later, but she didn’t show it at the time only negotiated the moving part at her feet just fine. Skip over it. Just don’t step on it. I was frightened of it as a toddler in the 1940s but am now just cautious.
The seats in the private bedroom were comfy with room to stretch out and the windows big but the bed was too short for my six-foot frame. A better experience was the dining car and the chance to make new friends. Which we did, several times, with a Railfan and his brother from Kansas City, and a retired Wisconsin health insurance salesman pushing 82 with his fiftyish Fort Worth fiance. Hurtling along in the dark in the brightly-lit diner was exciting, especially when a spot of rough rails threatened to make you stab yourself with a fork or throw your hot coffee in your face. For the most part they didn’t.
Adventure calls and Amtrak delivers. (I should write ad copy)