The thing I like about trains is the same thing I have always enjoyed about walking in alleys: you get to see the backs of things. It’s the place where people pile their junk, where they show the things they don’t really want you to see, but that are a real part of their lives.
Lissa and I rode the RailRunner up to Bernalillo yesterday, stopping on the way back to take the feeder bus up to Cottonwood Mall. The Mall is all about showing you the front side of things, all prettified and glossy. The train ride was much better.