No Place Like Home
I’d like to comment on a wonderful sight that welcomed me home upon my return trip from Washington, D.C., during Thanksgiving.
I’m just assuming that anyone who has traveled on the Amtrak run knows how dismal the ride can be, especially during the winter months.
Well, as I bumped, thumped, rocked and swerved over the rails through the dark and dreary woodlands of southern Virginia and North Carolina, my eyes were tired from staring into the vast dark emptiness after so many hours.
But occasionally some bright light would appear out of the darkness. Some isolated homeowner had the spirit of Christmas in their heart and was willing to brighten their little corner of the world and anyone in passing.
As we came into the Raleigh depot, it was well-lit, of course. But to me it just was not Christmasy enough. I felt the same about the other two stops that we made before we entered Moore County.
I was appreciative of their efforts, even joyous. And, to say the least, the eight-hour train ride had taken its toll on my holiday cheer enthusiasm.
But lo and behold, when the conductor bellowed, “Next stop, Southern Pines,” my spirits soared. As we neared the depot, the sights of the lights all along Broad Street were so welcoming and so beautiful to look upon. I myself heard lots of oohs! and ahhs! from fellow passengers.
Hats off to Southern Pines and whoever is responsible for lighting up and giving joy and hope to weary travelers this holiday season.
Cora Lee McKinnon
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