Milford, CT to New York City. Milford, CT to Paris, France.

Walking the two bock to the train station from my Center Street home and hopping on a train to Grand Central Station, as a teenager was a door that opened and would never close again. As a blue collar kid, who got to go to Europe, even if it was with the YMCA, at the age of 16 just blew those door apart.
Taking a train got me from Jackie Gleason to Walter Keane.  Taking an ocean liner took me to meet Venus in Paris. I went to the Olympics in Rome; saw the Pope; made out with some Italian girl in some park, oh fuck the closest thing that even comes near what I'm saying is Dylan's When I Paint My Masterpiece