Writing this while waiting for the Amtrak Car Train departure to Sanford, Florida. There are 15 people in the Lorton, Va. terminal. Driving up at 1:30 p.m., I was greeted by an attendant who knew my name. This was a first.
Walking into the station it was the same treatment with the man behind the desk calling me by name and telling me that my boarding pass was on the desk.
When making these arrangements I thought either the train would be to capacity or empty. Sad to see the later I located a power plug for the computer and asked the 2 other patrons nearby if they minded that I listen to on line mass. They said not.
Then a heavy woman about 75 with an angry look on her face which she was stuffing with candy stated, ” You know this is all a hoax. My son is a doctor in New York City and no one is at those hospitals they built.” She continued to loudly state things and as she looked at me I almost thought she was going to hit me she was so angered. I moved to not see or hear her further. She fit the physical demeanor of a Trump voter and wanting to jest, “Did you vote for Trump?,” I decided against, fearful she would actually hit me then.
Unable to locate the National Basilica of the Immaculate Conception mass on my computer was a relief. Last week’s mass had 15 in the choir ranging in age from 65 to 80 singing, (unmasked) and in the pews it was the same deal.
The Denver, Colorado mass had a priest, cantor, reader, altar boy, and no congregation. All four participants had much distance between them. Grateful, I breathed a sigh of relief. Thanks, God.
One more sigh of relief… the angry lady isn’t in my train car.