Commuter rail

The 9:48 a.m. train was already at Reading Station. Six of us in two cars had risen early for our special day in Boston. Our spots in the commuter lot were furthest from the train. We wheeled Bedros, paraphernalia and all, up the ramp aside the last car, stowed the stroller and climbed to the upper level. With rush hour over and many seats open, we chose three toward the rear. This was Bedros’ inaugural choo-choo trip and he was excited. Becky and I hadn’t been on an MBTA vehicle since be