Amtrak is not the rail travel I enjoyed as a child. The travelers are slovenly. The trains are vintage. The porters are sloppy looking. The dining car is no better than Wendy’s. Everything served on plastic. All thanks to President Raygun. I was consigned to a porter back in the day, from Richmond to Columbus, Ohio. I believe the line was C&O. I was pre-teen, traveling on my own, alone. The porters looked out for me. There was zero worry of being molested or kidnapped at the station. Some of my favorite memories are of the porters, and the fine dining with real silverware (plate), glassware, china, and the passengers of a higher caliber than the slobs of nowadays. The 1950s were the best of times.