This was more than a week ago now, but I am only just now getting over my enormous frustration and anger at Amtrak.
They cancelled my train to Philadelphia, then fluffed about forever getting me on another train, which they ALSO cancelled, and then finally had me on a train that would get me into Philadelphia with a half-hour or so to spare before the signing.
But that train was then 45 minutes late, changed from an Acela to a local, and, the conductor informed me, “Could have some trouble getting out of the station.” He didn’t want to tell me when we’d arrive, but guessed it might be 6:15 or 6:30—which was when my signing ended.
My apologies to everyone I missed. I was so looking forward to it, and it was embittering not to be able to go.