On the Rails

We’re sitting at the Oshawa train station, barely outside of Toronto and it’s been a little over an hour since I checked-in on Foursquare, broadcasting to those who follow me on Twitter and Facebook that I was heading to Ottawa. Thanks to such modern conveniences as free Wi-Fi, I’ve been able to check my email and get a bit of work done. When I logged into Facebook, I noticed a couple of messages linked to my original post. One, from an old college friend who warned me that it’s only 13ºC and rainy in Ottawa, hoping I’d brought a jacket. Another from a friend who asked if I was visiting for business or pleasure.

I explained I was in town to help out family and wouldn’t have time to get out. It was then that he asked what time my train was arriving and offered to pick me up. Here we are again, serendipity, much as I discussed in my last post that was oh, so long ago. A few minutes later I got a call from my Mum, telling me someone would be picking me up. I told her not to bother; that was already taken care of.

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