I'm Adali Mone and this is The Slowdown.

I love a train, a cargo train, a passenger train, I just love trains.

I was once on a book tour with a few of my best friends Adam and Michael and a train

word by and I yelled out of the window of our speeding car, I love you train at the

top of my lungs and it's true.

Trains give me my own roaring feeling.

When I was growing up I loved the old rusted Northern Pacific train car on 8th Street

in Sonoma, California.

At my maternal grandparents' house in Southern California, I'd sit at the top of the

Pecheco Canyon and wait for the Southern Pacific to roll by.

I loved it, I could watch that train go by all day.

When we first moved to Kentucky there was a dinner train where you could dine on the

RJ Korman as it meandered through the countryside.

I kept mentioning it to my husband Lucas and at one point he said, I don't see the draw

to which I replied somewhat incredulously, it's dinner on a train.

One of the best things about living on the east coast was the ease of train travel.

I still remember hopping on a train and going to Mystic Connecticut for the first time.

Suddenly I was out of the city and on the water and pigeons were quickly replaced by seagulls

and Kormorans.

If anyone asked me to go anywhere in the north east, I'd be the first to ask, can I take

a train there?

When I was working on my fifth book The Carrying, I had to revise some of my longer line breaks

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