Then there’s the evening crowd. All those stressed-out aging yuppies heading home to another night of insomnia with a frenetic, frazzled partner that even the best Scotch won’t cure. Soon they will all be stopping at the Reefer Railroad Pastry Emporium to buy a bag of Maui Wowie brownies for their better half. You will be able to follow the crumbs as the commuters skip all the way down the rail trail. Divorce rates will plummet and train ridership will skyrocket.
It’s a win-win all around. The state gets to rent their white elephant they call the train depot. The owners of the “Cannabis Caboose” get a prime location at the end of the train line, which is sure to draw visitors from far and wide. But most of all, the city will get a lot more visitors who will be really, really hungry.
Tom McCarty lives in Newburyport.