As I write this, I am on an Amtrak train traveling to New Orleans to do some post Katrina volunteer consulting work for the City of New Orleans. Although this is my first time on a domestic train, I immediately noted an almost instantaneous and nostalgic recall of experiences of traveling by train while living and traveling abroad. It’s kind of funny, how that works. Apparently, I am still compelled by this notion. Even more interesting is my recognition that my initial experiences of being having been a passenger on trains were in Asia and Europe, long before my first experience in my home culture. I must admit that even though I am moving across the beautiful and varied terrain of the southern United States, it does not have the same flair or appeal experienced during my travels in other cultures. What is it that makes being on a train traveling through the countryside of foreign locales seem so exotic, alluring adventurous… even romantic? Perhaps in the early days of travel in the U.S., our ancestral sojourners experienced similar feelings of adventure romance, excitement as they journeyed east and west in search of fame, fortune and novel life-experiences.