Woke at about 6:30 a.m.
Pam was looking out the window, and I asked what she saw.
Sleeping accommodations are tight but comfortable and the gentle sway of the car lulled me to sleep. Slept well. The train stopped at least once for a half hour or maybe longer.
Took a seat in the observation car with a cup of coffee and began wondering whether I placed a receipt for parking on the dash as a sign near the Milwaukee Intermodal Station parking lot's automatic pay station instructed.
Paid for 13 days but couldn't remember if I had just dropped the slip in the cup holder between the seats or put it where it was supposed to be.
Later I used my iPhone to call the lot and reached a woman who assured me she would have someone put a sign on my car to let checkers know I had paid.
"In any case," she said, "we wouldn't tow your car."
There were quite a few Amish in Union Station yesterday afternoon and some are on our train.
An elderly man and woman are sitting toward the front of the car. She's wearing a white bonnet and he, a black vest and French blue shirt. A man alone in similar dress is nearby.
Amish women cover their hair in a Muslim sort of way. Guess the eroticism is too much for a godly man to resist.
An ungodly man is completely immune.