Good morning. On the, iced-over, 7:50AM into the City. The NFI is 5. Word to the ‘Chronic’, twenty years old.
A well bundled commuter set, as if everyone is not going to work, but on a train to the mountains to go skiing!
Betty Maltese is here. The former mayor of Cicero, Illinois who was convicted under the RICO Act, was released from prison in 2010 (as I remember). She has lost weight. She is reading a magazine. I imagine her going to see her federal parole officer in a sub-basement of one of the Mies Van Der Rohe towers in Federal Plaza.
The woman sitting in the jumpseat with me, facing the path of travel, reminds me of Eleanor Roosevelt. Our fellow commuter has a refined look, like a Mother Goose (the animal, not the storyteller). She is wearing a red overcoat, sporting a small dark-red-leather purse, black sweater, light blue scarf. Old money elegance. She reminds me of a earlier time. Perhaps I am feeling overly nostalgic or historic.
I feel a little stressed. Packed. Overwhelmed. I need some time to resort priorities. Re-organize.
Also here are Pocahantas, Ron Kittle, Yoko Ono, and Gloria Steinem. Happy Tuesday. Safe travels.