December 28th, 2025, 5:30 AM, we’re up early to catch the northbound Amtrak to San Francisco–the San Joaquin Gold Runner. My sister and I planned this trip impromptu. Only about three days prior did we get our train tickets, as well as our tickets to the de Young Museum. Poorly planned was the commute–mom’s tire was too bald to drive on the 180, so we opted to take my sister’s car, but the rear-view mirror had fallen off. Into my Ford Flex we piled, window ticket and all. Upo

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