It was around the second week of February, 2015. I Came through there like I did my last trip from Sioux Falls (Greyhound) to Reno (Amtrak.) Well, I didn't pay attention to the hours, and I left the Greyhound station right away (4:45pm), stopped at Cubbies for some hot wings and snacks, then arrived at Amtrak and realized they didn't open until 930PM! The only bad thing about this station is it's location, kind of tucked away in the corner area of downtown. This would have been okay, except it was 17-degrees outside! All I had was a hoodie underneath a Starter jacket that wasn't really made for that type of weather.
So there I was, with my duffle and backpack really too heavy to walk back to Greyhound. I'm not trying to be overly- dramatic, but it seemed like the clock was going backwards as I paced back and forth freezing. Anyway, about two hours into my misery, an older white guy walks around the side of the station and looked over my way and muttered something about it being cold. I kind of ignored him cause I thought he was a late-night tweeker. (Lived in Cali too long, I guess.) He left and I assumed he was on foot as he walked away out of my view. About 20 minutes later, a VERY late-model SUV pulls up and THE SAME GUY popped up and asked if I was waiting for the train.
I told him I was and he excused himself to his vehicle and came back with a nice, clean blanket. "Just don't want you to leave Omaha thinking there are no caring people here," he said. Then he went back to the SUV and returned with a nice mug of coffee. Wow, did that help! He said something about he and some others have been trying to get the station to be more flexible dealing with their hours, but had no luck with the Federal Government. So, my second trip through Omaha Amtrak was made bearable by that kind gentlemen. (I later kicked myself for previously judging him by his appearance.) We shook hands, I survived the last couple of hours in the cold, and that was that! read more