Good morning. On the familiar 7:30AM into the City. The NFI is 3.
I am sitting in my favorite spot, which is against the window in the bench just behind the exit, facing the crowd.
Teri Polo is in front of me. The short, blonde, parka-wearing mid-forties earth mother is clutching her bright classic pinstriped Cubs backpack as she naps. She’s dreaming about the handsome catcher Jody Davis of the 1984-1985 Cubs, whom she idolized as a pre-teen girl. Good times, sister. Good times.
Zoe Saldana is here. The Desi version of the prolific actress is sitting across the aisle the opposite jump seat. Our version is taller than the actress, with long dark hair that she ought to have braided or something. She has long fingers and masculine hands. Her boots are fashionably attractive – light brown thigh-high leather with an ankle buckle like a riding boot. Nice sole, too! She is iCrackerbotting away, no doubt sending text messages to an awaiting entourage of sorority alumni to meetup at the latest new lunch hotspot for some late morning nosh and to excoriate the stupid men in or once in their lives.
Also here are Rachel Ray, Anil Kapoor, Thurston Howell III, Ann Robinson from The Weakest Link, and Coretta Scott King. All are armed.
Happy Thursday. Safe Travels.