Murphy and I spent the evening with a photographer friend, looking for light along the riverside parks in Cincinnati. This image, entitled Lighted Fountains at Dusk, feels sophisticated. Visions of black ties, evening gowns, and champagne pass through my imagination. A wisp of Bix Beiderbecke, or Benny Goodman hang in the air. Well heeled passengers queue up to board a finely appointed Pullman rail car at Union Terminal for destinations unknown.
I am a sucker for nostalgia, even if it only exists in my head. Though maybe now it is in yours too. We hope you enjoyed this little trip on the Murphy-Cam Express, and hope to see you again soon.
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Ta ta for now!
