When I packed up to go away to college, my folks put me on the train in Scottsbluff at night and I arrived in Lincoln at 6 a.m. the next morning. It was a smooth trip and I recall having a good sleep as the miles clicked by.
That was more than 50 years ago. Such travel is no longer possible across Nebraska. A couple years after that first trip, I chose to take the train home for Christmas. But…