I've always thought falling asleep on a train at night might be the epitome of a bedtime story, but I've never tried it so I don't know. Slight motions and clackity-clackity-clackity sounds for hours in a comfy bed sounds like anesthesia, just need a PB&J and a tall glass of milk. I'll see you in the morning for an omelette in the diner car. "Excuse me Mr. Conductor, do you have any Grey Poupon?".
Teterboro?
they might have trouble making wentz at 1500 but at least @NovemberEcho wont get any RAs
Back in 1969 my parents, before they were married, were on the airborne gondola ride at Disneyland and someone lit up a stick of the devils lettuce. Disney was not happy about that and that's how my mom found out there's an Anaheim PD jail on Main Street. I never got to the bottom of the story, they both vehemently denied anything but my grandma told me that since my dad was about to graduate from Art Center my moms dad told her to take the fall. Both grandparents are gone, as is my dad, trying to dig for the truth about any of these sorts of stories with only one perspective is not reliable so I decided a long time ago to sometimes let sleeping dogs lay. Apparently my mom wasn't overly upset about the whole thing, my older brother was born on Christmas Eve that year.
