I have this marvelous plan to take my children one by one to visit their grandparents each month. One kid per month. Simple, right? But I wanted to ride the train to make it even simpler, and a little more exciting for the kids than driving. It's not working out so well. This is why one of my children (Butterfly) may never join me again: Teaching her "street smarts" while walking through the railroad/homeless shelter area of Salt Lake City where the train lets off. Probably not smart to be there in the first place. "Don't worry kid. I have my finger on the pepper spray trigger." She didn't look comforted. My sweet grandma talking about what she feels is her imminent death for the bulk of our visit. Our train hitting a deer going 80 mph on the way home. There are graphic details I will spare you. Butterfly, however, was not spared. Don't worry. The train didn't even wobble on impact. The man sitting across from us on the train explainin...