Eleven down, three to go. I went to a memorial concert today, because my colleague was singing in it, Latin requiems are pretty, and I'd never taken the Norristown High Speed Line before. It was handled tastefully, I thought, and it was the right thing for me, personally, to do today. And the NHSL is a weird little train. I will shut up now because everyone wants me to shut up.
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