Welcome to another edition of "Andy’s Wonderful Life.” Hope you had a good nights sleep, I did.
I love trains: I love everything about them. I love their look, sound, and smell. I love to ride on them, watch them pass by and even read about them. Good morning, my name is Andy Ward King and I’m a "train-aholic” I choose not to remain anonymous; I’ll tell the whole world this. I don’t care who knows. I love trains.
My first passenger train ride was with my grandfather from Jacksonville to Tampa. I think I was around 8. The only thing I really remember clearly is that you had to write your order out in the dining car, you couldn’t just tell the waiter. I found this peculiar; I wrote down hot dog and potato chips. It cost $0.85 (funny what our brain chooses to remember). This was before Amtrak, when passenger service was dying down in the U.S. It almost died out completely but was saved by government intervention. Although it was saved, it has never reached the popularity it once had. It almost died but pulled through, and you can still take a train almost anywhere ( or at least close to anywhere) in this country, especially in the North East.
It wouldn’t be until I was in my thirties before I would take another train ride. This time from Jacksonville to New York. The second class trip was noisy, crowded. and long (17 hrs) and I loved every minute of it. I love trains. I don’t care who knows. Since then I’ve taken with my son Donovan a trip out to Texas and back and several other short trips down to Winter Haven to visit my Niece, along with two more trips to NYC. Each train trip was noisy, crowded, and long, but I still loved it.
Why do I keep subjecting myself to this. You know the answer... I LOVE TRAINS
When you love something or someone you are able to overlook the bad qualities and concentrate on the good. Sure they’re loud but they are always heard in a crowd. Sure they are a little dirty but they are a hard worker. Sure they take a long time to get to get somewhere, but the stories they tell along the way make the trip so much better. Their faults are upstaged by their qualities, qualities that only someone who loves them notices and cares about. This is not irony - this is life.
The one thing I did not like was the movement of the train or, to be more specific, walking up and down the cars while being jostled and jolted never quite knowing which way the train was going to twist and turn. That is the one thing I did not like. The first time someone asked what it’s like walking with parkinson’s, I thought for a second and said “it’s like walking on a moving train. You can never predict where any thing is going, your feet, your toes, your whole body." No amount of love can fix that, no matter how much I love life, or myself, or anything, including trains, it still will be something I could live without. And that is irony. That too, is life, however, no matter how much I dislike it, it is still a wonderful life.
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just say yes!
meet Andy Ward King, a professional musician and artist until a diagnosis of parkinons dsease at age 49 forced him into an early retirement., he now uses his music, his art along with the whimsical world he has created in this blog as therapy to ( as he puts it ) outsmart his brain and make the daily battles with parkinson’s a little bit easier, to give him that all important reason to get up on the morning, to make his life worth living. Andy has learned how to say NO to gving up \ NO to depression and apathy \ NO to following willingly the road of decline that stretches before him. he learned that to say no to all of these things all one has to do is say yes. Andy has learned to just say YES to life/\\