Reply #33: Very interesting.

[Jane Austin]

Thanks.

When I was seven, and on a train trip with my grandmother to see the sights of Washington, DC and NYC, I awoke in the middle of the night, realized the train had stopped moving, raised the window shade of our Pullman room and all I could see was a sign that said "Parkersburg".

I had no idea where that was at the time, but I remember it to this day as a numinous and mysterious place.