Good morning, on the, Old Glorious, 7:55AM into the City. Today is Flag Day. Most of the train commuters – living in Red, family-values, God-Bless-the-USA suburbia – are unaware of the celebratory day. No one is wearing a Flag Pin, which was vitally important in 2008, but inconsequential today. Functional outrage has permeated grassroots, retail politics.
Furthermore, as the Immigration Debate marches on in the Capitol, it never ceases to amaze me how little multi-generational American Citizens know about the United States, while immigrants, naturalized citizens, and first generation U.S. Citizens (like me) work very hard to keep track of the history of this country, even in the face of “go back to where you came from” threats from those same God fearing American Citizens who don’t remember Flag Day. I don’t own a flag pin.
Anyway, young Ned Beatty is back and sitting in front of me. He has an envious physique. Muscular shoulders make his green off-the-shelf T-shirt go taunt. Barely a visible gut bulge on the man, making his torso nearly trapezoidal. At 5′-10″, this mid-forties fellow is making me feel insecure about my expanding circumference. I gotta get a move on!
The back Quiet Car is not heavily populated. Everyone wants to sit in the forward seats (in the direction of travel). I do, too, but I am late to get to the platform and hopped on to the train near the rear. Those who know me personally and know if this blog ask me “why sit in the Quiet Car?” I do so because it’s easier to free-associate and create, especially when all of the participants generally conform to the rules. In one of the other eleven “normal” cars on this train run, there would be music blaring and people chattering about on their iCrackerBots, skewing my interpretations one way or another.
Matthew Perry is here. Since “Friends” and various failed projects, he has completed his Series Six and Series Seven exams and is trading on the Exchange. He has allocated a mere fraction of his royalty income from “Friends” to match the available capital of most of the local trading houses in the City. Good luck, Chandler!
Right. Also here are Patti LaBelle, Carlos Santana, Moby, and Jerry Garcia. All are armed.
Happy Friday. Safe Travels.