Arrival in Boston

 I arrived in Boston to a downpour - no drought here! For the past hour or so, I was reminding myself that I shouldn’t forget to retrieve my checked backpack, which I hadn’t seen since Emeryville. I did have a baggage claim tag stapled to my ticket that very plainly said “Checked through to South Station, Boston.” Glitch time! Semi-drenched getting from the train to the station, I looked around for Baggage Claim - no signs of it, not a good omen. I went in to the Ticket Office. The Amtrak employee seemed baffled - “Where did they put the baggage claim office? Everything is moved around.” The station is being remodeled. She called a Red Cap. He took me back to a little room near the train (slosh, slosh) and showed me an empty cart, indicating that no bags had arrived on my train. Hmm. He advised calling the 800 number in the morning. Ok. I had stuff I needed for Boston, but my backpack had my cool, new toolbelt and lots of work clothes that I would need.

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