I’m on the sleepy 7:30AM into the City. People are still a bit discombobulated over daylight savings time adjustments. The historic cold and snow this winter also has added to a collective sense of chronic fatigue.
Or, perhaps its regional? The folks from the nice part of town are sleeping. But we just picked up the Pretty People from the much nicer town, and they are a bubbly group.
For example, the fellow sitting across from me, who looks like a younger but still bald Jim Kramer, is bright eyed and bushy-goateed. He’s got an iCrackerBot in one hand, texting away, and an iNileFlame eReader device in his other hand. His Santa-like jolly belly is nearly bursting out of his blue-gray button-down shirt. He reminds me of a store manager at a large-chain office supply store. He came on board at the really nice town train stop and is very awake.
Contrast Mr. Kramer with Mean Joe Green, who was on board from the terminal stop on the line. He’s fast asleep, with a slight frown on his face as his head leans on the window. He must be dreaming about a missed tackle or the time the Bears totally spanked the Steelers in the 1984-1985 season. Or, perhaps he is dreaming very pleasant thoughts and the scowl is his relaxed, default position?
Also here are Betty Davis (age 206), Tina Fey, Idi Amin, and Aretha Franklin doing her makeup. All are armed.
Happy Tuesday. Safe travels.