This lovely Pullman car as photographed by Mike Reynolds has had the distinction of hosting many presidents before Obama. It's practically a political institution in and of itself. It used to be my almost-daily companion, too. Here it is, working for its keep:
I used to have the privelege of looking upon that Pullman car almost daily, as my once-upon-a-dream art studio used to be upstairs in the old train station in the town where I used to live. Lots of beautiful club cars are lovingly cared for and restored in one of the last remaining privately-owned train stations in the South.
Here's that beauty at rest as seen by my own camera, up close, complete with spotty dog! You'll want to embiggen these pics:
It looks so lovely next to the palm trees, too:
Sigh. It was a wonderful place to catch the morning sun, let the air conditioners hum along and the mind wander to that place of perfect creativity, about as close to being and not-being as I'll ever achieve this side of eternity I suppose: