It's 4:00 p.m. Saturday, January 2, the day of Chicago's massive snow storm. We are inching through that city's snow-filled south side toward Union Station on Amtrak's Lakeshore Limited from New York City via Buffalo and Cleveland. Outside of our picture window, fat white flakes are gusting heavily and horizontally. It's been like this since Schenectady last night. All airline flights are canceled; Greyhound can't go anywhere. But almost all Amtrak trains are moving, albeit slowly. We are four hours late in our scheduled 19-hour trip. Some trains from the west are a little later in their 40- to 45-hour schedules. But we are warm, dry, seated, and getting to where we're going. Our sleeping car attendant Michelle offers afternoon sandwiches for the hungry.
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