... Chicago to D.C. We’re taking the long way, following a locomotive in the VIP seats. The diesel engines don’t smoke, or steam or puff, they just go. On the locomotive there are no safety belts on the seats. Accidents happen. When a train derails outside of town, people come to see. I don’t think about whether we’ll make it to D.C. I’m already planning what we’ll do where we’ll go what to see. It’s not faith. The engine goes on and we wait, the trembling cars following the train.