Fourteen hours is a long time to be in transit. Fourteen hours is a long time to be in transit when the best-looking food offerings are bagels that resemble hard rolls, and which are microwaved along with the tube of cream cheese. Fourteen hours is a long time, but not long enough to shake off the complicated demons that are involved with visiting one’s home town. But I learned that if a friend really loves you, she’ll take you to the train station at 6 am and bake you cookies besides. Well, she made them for herself, really, but she gave me some for the road, which I then gave to someone who asked me for food at Penn Station. I imagine the kind of person who begs for food at Penn Station and looks like she weighs about as much as my 6″ x 16″ dog doesn’t get homemade cookies too often. I learned that fourteen hours in transit is not too long if it finally means I’m home at the end.