Growing up in a railroad family, we often traveled by rail on vacation. I recall as kid in the 50's all the grand rail depots/stations we would roll into, with the many faces of humanity on display. The reflected sounds of the public address system, boots/heels upon the polished marble, the low, but intense conversations from both near and far, the smell of creosote and coal as it permeates the station. When diesel fuel took the place of coal, that thin, fine layer of coal dust seemed to evaporate over night.
The lulling, rhythmic sway of the viewing cars, sleepers, dining cars...much nicer than today's Amtrak.
Think I'll book us a reservation for a couple days excursion on a lower, slower version of rail travel.