11.12.16 Somewhere in North Dakota. A smoke break early in the morning where I got off the train to stretch my legs: cold, desolate, a single car parked at the station. I think it was at this stop that a British woman accosted me to complain about having been served two wet bagels in the cafe car. “A bagel ought not be soggy”, she opined. “It ought to be toasted.” I mean, yeah. #8980bookoftravelers