Good morning. On the, shoulder-to-shoulder, 7:50AM into the City. The NFI is four. Two handsome Latino gentleman, one age ten and the other in his early forties, have taken over the other jumpseat of this quiet car. Their luggage is placed strategically where I would sit. Both are big, strong males. The elder gentleman looks like he was a defensive linesman for the failed Tijuana Trojans NFL expansion team. The son is expected to be scouted by NIU or Texas Tech in a few years. Good luck to both of them on their travels. When did swimming caps become legitimate and aesthetically accepted headgear for men? I ask because about eight seats back, there is a Carlos Mencia looking fellow with a suit and tie, but wearing big 1970’s era sunglasses and a white skullcap, as if he is ready to do breast-stroke laps. Perhaps it is a white baseball cap and I can’t see the bill of the cap? Possible. Yay! My cube-headed Bhai is here. He would be PERFECT as a thug in a B-rated Bollywood flick. I am sure in real life he is a wonderful husband and dutiful father, but I’m sure I’m not the first person to point this out. In another world, I’d be his agent. Catherine Hicks, Prince Bandar of Saudi Arabia, and Mrs. Scrimgeour are all here. Looking forward to the SOTU. Happy Tuesday and safe travels.