The lady in the seat across the aisle from me from New Orleans to Chicago was African American with gray hair and a voice to soft I couldn't hear what she said half the time. She was on her way to Chicago to attend some sort of cancer seminar. She has three sisters, two of who were recovering and one in serious trouble. Her name was Virginia. In the club car on the Empire Builder I met Jean. She was a former lawyer who was traveling on Amtrak with to of her retired friends, on of whom was her college roommate from the sixties. They had left Chicago on there way to Portland, Oregon to stay with another friend for a few days. Then it was off to southern California and across to New Orleans and back up to Chicago. She was not completely retired. She wrote travel guides, mostly for Europe, particularly Croatia. I expressed some skeptism as to Croatia as a tourist destination, but Jean assured me i...