Good god were we up early, and pointlessly so too because of a two hour delay in the train schedule. If it weren't for the fact that it was the first day, I fully believe that we all would've been more on edge. But it was the first day, so we all happily piled on when the train finally arrived, and after a few minutes of shuffling around the unfamiliar upper deck of this metal behemoth, settled for as much sleep as we could get. After a few hours of restless napping, a number of us got up (including myself as I already had a little bit of writing to catch up on) and meandered forward through the cars searching for the "lounge car," whatever that meant.
As it would turn out, the lounge car was a specially designed second level of a car. It was comfortably bright inside with soft white light streaming in through the skylights that lined the corners. In the first half rows of seats lined the walls facing large panes of glass and in the second there were four, four person booths. One was filled with another group, two were filled with our own, and the last only had one person in it so as Henry and I stood there waiting for one of the group members to move to the side so as to accommodate us when the man motioned to seat beside him and mentioned that we were free to sit.
Later we came to know this man as Cornbread, (as he originally introduced himself). Cornbread was equal parts friendly and eccentric, every time he saw someone over five foot eleven he would stop them in the isle and ask them if they played basketball. He seemed unable to accept that I, six three had never played. When I mistakenly asked him if he used to play he shot back "Used to?! I still do! i bet i could beat you right now! " Interestingly his only knowledge of how technology worked seemed to come from detailed memories of calls to tech support. That being said he was in love with new tech because as he loudly proclaimed, "it is absolutely positive!"
His full name was Cornelius J. Morris and he must've been in his late 30s or 40s he had watched technology grow and develop almost from the sideline and despite this, he loved every bit of it. With no access to it growing up and little residual income from selling magazines to splurge on the newest computer now, he seemed to have idolized it from afar. What could possibly best describe Cornbread though was that his job brought him all over the country and yet his favorite places had nothing to do with the landscape or the cities, it was only which ones had "the nicest people." Cornbread was at his core a people person and I'm sure he has already given many more people their own Cornbread stories.
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