took everything he owned (which fit neatly into a suitcase) and moved to the small villageof Braxton, situated in the countryside several miles from San Joseph. Braxton’s distancefrom the city was ideal, as was the one feature of the village that influenced John’s decisionto live there. On the western side of Braxton, just before the highway exit, was a trainstation.
The Brighton Express was a beautiful passenger train, complete with six large passenger cars and a majestic steam-powered locomotive. Its flexible schedule placed it atthe Braxton train station around six-thirty every morning and ten-thirty every night,excluding weekends. As John’s method of transportation to and from work, he foundhimself at the station every morning with a cup of coffee and the morning paper, keenlyawaiting the train’s arrival.If John had lived in the city, he could have easily walked to work in the morningand then back to his home at night, yet he was quite content with his current situation. Hedidn’t mind getting up early on week days in order to make it to the station, and he didn’tmind getting home late at night upon his return to Braxton. As long as his trip to work andhis return trip home were aboard the beautiful Brighton Express, John was happy to acceptthe inconvenient timeframes at which he found himself at the station.As was his routine, John would wait until the Brighton Express arrived andeveryone at the station had boarded the train before he threw out his empty coffee cup andnewspaper and then finally boarded the train himself. He never had to worry about findinga seat; although there were usually about forty people on each ride, nearly everyone was aregular and, as such, had their own designated seat. This is not to say that each seat had the