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Chariots of Fire




It sure doesn’t look like a portal to your dreams.

But this was the station in Lima, Ohio where I caught a train to New York City in late August 1989.

“The Broadway Limited” lived up to its name that muggy night, arriving over two hours late. The butterflies in my stomach got to multiply, churning up doubts about my escape to Manhattan to find a job and to come out.

But once my chariot of fire pulled in, my anxiety turned to excitement. Like the Nike commercial on TV said, “Just do it.”

I made it to New York 17 hours later. Today, you pay your water bills now at the former Lima train depot.

Everything changes.


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