Some of our readers haven't stepped on a train since before they made their first million, but going among the plebs now and again is good for the mind, body and spirit. A train ride across the country is more relaxing than a car trip, with the attendant traffic jams, potholes and distracting billboards. Trains also give a lovely view of the luscious Bohemian and Moravian countryside, marred only by the occasional Communist-era pre-fab building, dilapidated Communist-era train station and sprawling capitalist-era solar park. Ah yes, the solar parks, all lined up like paupers waiting for the pope. They make the dozing train traveler wish for a good hailstorm. How else to be rid of this blight, short of dynamite and matches? Of course to prevent them from being built back, the hail would have to be declared an uninsurable Act of God. But if the ice came down in enough force, it surely would be a merciful act of God.