It is whip-cold today but we had a fantastic chat with a chap in Union Station who had worked there 40 years before retiring, and was asked to return as a contractor six months later. He is 79 and he talked all of our legs off with stories of his trip to London. He had the broadest of accents and was a delight. We reluctantly peeled ourselves away only because the timer was ticking down on the parked car.
We saw the flying monkeys used in the wizard of oz, which are now on the roof of the union station.
