Showing posts with label McGuffins. Show all posts
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Saturday, September 28, 2019

Oh, Agatha! by Kait Carson



It’s official, Amtrak is discontinuing dining service. They are easing into the change, but cooked-to-order food will be replaced by pre-packaged food. The articles I’ve read have been short on logistics. Will patrons order when they ticket? Will a car or two be devoted to something that looks like the old Horn & Hardart?

Dining cars will be “modernized.” No more tables. The roomette and sleeping car patrons may have booths, at least for a while, but the concept is to move to a cafĂ© setting. Amtrak says the changes are being made to appeal to the millennials who desire privacy over companionship. Really? Then why are GenZ and Millennials self-ranked as the loneliest generation? Half the fun of a dining car is sitting with strangers who, by the end of the trip, have become high-level acquaintances. One of the joys of eating on a train, even in this connected age, is speaking with other humans, and if you are a writer, listening in on multiple conversations swirling around.

Amtrak, what are you thinking? Can you imagine Rachett confiding in Poirot over a microwaved bit of cod and potatoes? Each party seated in his own club chair more engrossed in Alto’s Adventure than conversation. Closed room mysteries require interaction. Where better to interact than over dinner? With strangers. Christie enjoyed train travel. She frequently drew her inspiration from true-to-life events. Murder on the Orient Express was a mash-up of the Lindberg kidnapping and actual events that stopped and stranded the Orient Express. For the story to work in a modern day Amtrak train, Wi-Fi would need to fail.

Ah, there’s an inspiration – a long journey over the rails without e-mail or electronic distraction. Yes, murder would be afoot!

Has train travel been a part of your life? Will you miss the dining car?