
Rick and I arrived by train at the “un-manned” station at 8am on a Thursday morning, surprised to see a man hanging around the depot. He was dressed in a dark suit with some official looking pins on his shirt. Not many people had disembarked from the Amtrak Crescent train, and the few that did, dispersed quickly. As he approached us with a smile and outstretched hand, we asked him if he knew where the “Old Town Inn” was. We already knew it was walking distance of the station. He began telling us he was from New Jersey, and he knew the DC area very ... [Read More]

