Last night Lonely Rivers told me there were internships available on Amtrak. (My friend Katy should apply too.) There certainly is, and I leapt right into it without both feet totally attached. I could fill out the application, I could attach a sample of my writing, and I could even give them my Facebook information. But I didn’t have a required Twitter account. It asked, “What’s your handle?
Oh, what a struggle. Once, long, long ago, I did have a Twitter account, but I never became fluent in Twitter. Last night, it took both G and I an hour to figure out how to sign up. I’m sure kids of all ages can do this easily. Not the two of us. Even this morning I was still struggling through the CNN headlines to the meat of the miles of twitters. The Great Geezer spotted the button to Twitter, not I.
Blog your journey, the Amtrak Blog suggests. I’ve been doing this as long as I’ve been taking the train, but I’d gladly do it again. So I applied for the internship. Why not. I’m passionate about trains.