The train had a problem with its heating and cooling system

For years, I have shied away from all boarding trains.

I didn’t even want to take short trips with our boys, on their various field trips.

I would suffer through the excursion, and pretend I liked it for their sake. Then 1 afternoon, our mother asked me and others to go with her. She wanted to go into the city, and both of us had to take the train. All the memories of the trip our best acquaintance and I took, came flooding back. I remembered how the first 6 hours were spent in the air conditioner so cold that I was shivering. Mom had asked for a blanket and she sat there huddled beneath it, and still visibly shaken. I asked if something could be done with the air conditioner. I was told it wouldn’t quit running. I worried about our mom. She was almost ninety and if she got sick, someone was going to really pay. After 6 straight hours, I saw mom throw off the blankets and tell myself and others she was feeling warm. I thought it was getting warmer too, despite the fact that I also thought maybe I was just going into shock before dying cold to death. Everyone was throwing their blankets to the side. Two hours later, all the people were dripping with sweat. It became so hot that it was all I could do to breathe. I asked the same man who had answered about the air conditioner, why was the heat on? He told himself and others that when the HVAC tech fixed the air conditioner, he wired something wrong. Instead of the air conditioner, both of us now had heating, and nothing would change until both of us got to our next stop. That’s where both of us got off.