And we were doing so well. Just a few minutes after the northbound Tri-Rail train begins its jaunt from Fort Lauderdale to West Palm Beach, we slow to a crawl and stop for no apparent reason. Engineer and conductor converse. Radio static cuts through the quiet. An employee leaves the train to manually flip the switch that ensures we're traveling where we're supposed to. The signal problem has cost us commuters almost 20 minutes. Since beggars can't be choosers, though,... More >>>
The little train that almost sorta kinda could, maybe.