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February 12, 2009
Sacramento is the end of the line. As I walk along the sunny platform toward the grand old station, I hear the conductor call out, ďThis train is going nowhere!Ē

Itís a short taxi ride to the elegant hotel. My room has a sweeping view of the historic downtown, and a window seat with cushions to enjoy it from. I call room service for my traditional club sandwich (I always order it when I arrive at any hotel, just like I always drink ginger ale on planes) and unpack while I wait. After I eat, itís time for a nap!