Good morning. On the 7:20AM into the City. A full house today – the Quiet Car is already full and at SRO. I slept well. I am at a moment in time where opportunities have been set in motion, and sufficient time provided for decisions (good or bad) to be made, but I’m still in limbo. Today might be the day to push the issue a bit.
Wow. Just then? That reads like a horoscope in the newspaper!
OK. Enough about me. Mick Jagger from 1964 is here. Long straight hair flops over the sides of his smooth skin as the rocker sleeps with his head back and face pointing up to the ceiling of the cab at a roughly 30° angle. The lips are pouty and ruby red. Oh…wait. I’m sorry. That’s a woman. My mistake.
A young Harrison Ford is sitting two seats away across the aisle. He is watching old Errol Flynn movies on his iCrackerBot. A serious fellow, Harrison is dressed like a mid-level stock broker – a pit guy, not a customer service guy. He alone puts the NFI at 1 for the day. This co-commuter seems to hail from the Caucuses or Eastern Europe, though he may be first or second generation American.
Also here are Teri Polo, Maimie Eisenhower, an Amazon, and Yul Brenner’s grandson. All are armed.
Happy Tuesday. Safe Travels.