Good evening. On the, Jeezus is it that late already?, 5:45PM out of the City. I’m spent.
Robert Stack, the acclaimed actor with the amazing jawline, is seated three seats away across the aisle. Ginger blonde hair and brown beady but piercing eyes, the action hero is listening to his iCrackerBot, no doubt replaying his excellent reading of a Herman Woulk’s “Winds of War”. He is also reminiscing of his time in the Armed Forces, fighting Charlie and the gooks in the Pacific Theater. He gently strokes the grip of his pistol and smiles, looking forward to target practice at the range out in the far western suburbs.
Way in the middle of the car near the doors sits the Oscar winning actor Adrian Brody. Unfortunately, I am unfamiliar with his acting career. Safe to say that he has aged poorly and is watching adult movies on his iTablet. How the mighty have fallen. He may even accidentally pull a PeeWee Herman, which may jump start his struggling career. Or, he may end up as a contestant on Dancing with the Stars (shudder!).
Two Portuguese men are sitting in front of me, one seat over. I know they are Portuguese because they are speaking it to each other rapidly. I also know it’s Portuguese, vs Castellan or some dialect of a middle eastern language, because I knew and lived among a lot of Portuguese immigrants when I lived and worked on the East Coast of the US. Both are pale-skinned, dark-brown haired men that remind me of Conquistadors of old, though the image is not quite correct as the Conquistadors came out of Madrid and not Lisbon.
Also here are Pink (as a bright blonde-white haired woman), Dan Akroyd, Mrs. Albert Finney, and Nikita Khrushchev’s mother. All are armed.
Happy Friday. Safe Travels.