I did just that, met Judy in St. Louis at the Gateway Amtrak station.
The train wasn't as comfortable as I remember, though maybe different rail lines have different style trains.
I ended up on a middle agers party train on the way there.
After getting over the initial scare of them puking, it didn't end up being so bad.
The ride back was packed and I had a racist former trucker who smoked (I could smell it as she walked on) sitting next to me.
Ah small town midwest, I love you.
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