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cherylmorgan and I went out for a walk after dining on some wonderful burritos she had cooked. Our walk took us by the Amtrak station, where the waiting room was still open (the station caretaker closes it on an erratic schedule in the late evenings), so I went in to print out my ticket.Cheryl tells the rest of the story.
Seriously, that ticket vending machine was in such poor shape, I wasn't sure I was going to get a ticket out of it or would instead have to make a trip to San Jose Diridon Station next Monday night before BASFA in order to collect my ticket.
