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Wednesday, September 24, 2014 – Homeward Bound – trainspottingChicago


Good evening.

I’m on the, exceptionally brief, 5:22PM out of the City.

This train is an express to my very nice stop, with one prior stop to the very Very nice stop before my own. My Boss borrowed my family minivan for a thing he had to do today, but he let me drive his very very nice luxury sedan. The rules? From his house to my house last night. From my house to the very Very nice town station (for which he has a parking pass). Hop the train to work. Take care of business. Come back to the very Very nice town’s station and go back to his house to switch vehicles.

I’m on that second to last leg now.

A Seth Rogan looking ginger-haired fellow, with a full beard, is seated one seat over. Ginger-blonde, actually. A sharp nose. His claim to fame is a tweed jacket and a blue-gray plaid bow tie. This on a steel-gray plain button down cotton shirt. Already, this is an impressive feat of fashion excellence. He brings black horn rimmed glasses worthy of 1950’s rock and rollers, and high end, studio quality sound isolating headphones for his, now-antiquated iCrackerBot05.

Behind him sits a dejected Bill Nye. He is still regretting having participated in the publicly held debate regarding Creation vs Evolution. All it did was be a money maker for Ken Ham, and not a forum for reasonable discussion of what should be taught in science class. He’s still, while seated, itemizing the expense receipts for his accountants so that he doesn’t get audited by the God Fearing IRS.

A handsome North Indian couple is seated in my jump seat. Thankfully, she sits across from me, though he is rather good looking. She is curvy, but not overweight. She should smile more when she texts home to Mumbai. He is playing solitaire.
Ah, love!

Also here are Molly Ringwald, Ban Ki Moon, Don Zimmer, and the Wicked Witch of the West. All are armed.

I just decided to hire a drum teacher. I just donated money to my Alma Mater. Homecoming, here we come.

Happy Wednesday. Safe travels.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013 – Inbound – #trainspotting#Chicago


Good Morning. On the 7:30AM into the City. Just barely missed the 7:20AM. Still have a black mark on my hand from the rubber guard of the closing doors.

Day Eight of the Shutdown of the “Greatest Country in the World”. It seems many of the major news outlets have reported that if the Senate approved Continuing Resolution, without the Obamacare riders, it would pass in the House of Representatives. Evidently, the Speaker of the House does not believe this. So, the CR is sitting on a desk in the Sub-Basement of the Capitol. In the presence of corroborating evidence, the SOTHOROTUS isn’t budging.

Right enough about that. Denny Hastert, former SOTHOROTUS (R-IL), or his son, is here. He’s about five seats back. He is very red, just back from a vacation or something. Portly, grey hair, thick glasses, grey tie, the former wrestling coach looks great for his age.

Sleeping Beauty is here. Her butter-blonde hair is cushioning her pretty little head from the uncomfortably hard vinyl bench sill. Her head is angled at 30°NNE. Her mouth, expertly painted with a muted peach/salmon colored lipstick, is agape. The warm pool of saliva is collecting under her tongue. You know what is gonna happen next, so I’ll just let you complete the image.

William H. Macy is here. The accomplished actor is seated along the window, reading a script for a shoot. Evidently he is playing a building inspector or mid-level office manager. I am sure the movie or TV project will be a great success.

Also here are Ban Ki Moon, Kiefer Sutherland, Lauren Graham, and Aziz Ansari. All are armed.

Don’t let politics get you down. Hug a Government (Furloughed) Employee.

Happy Tuesday. Safe Travels.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013 – Inbound – #trainspotting#Chicago


Good morning. On the , in the nick of time, 7:30AM into the City. The travelling public gets a little discombobulated an what to wear, due to the changing weather. It’s nice, but not warm. It’s brisk, but not cold.

I say this because it’s about this time that I should start collecting data for the NFI, or the “North Face Index”. Herein referred to only as NF (I will not knowingly advertise a brand unless appropriately compensated for the endorsement), the brand is virally popular and the logo is usually found on the left-breast of fall and winter outerwear. There are a few of my readership (all six of them) who feel that this overused clothing brand is a sign of conformity – one called it “douchebaggery”. I just found the brand frequent enough in my observations to merit a metric. You came find the statistical explanation, such as it is, for the index as an “Uncategorized” post on this blog site.

Right..moving on. A young, handsome Paul Newman is sitting about ten seats back, looking out the window forlornly. He looks on the brink of tears. Was his lively hood taken away? Did a beloved relative pass away? (Gasp) Was his heart broken by his high school sweetheart? The Persian fellow sitting across from me is wondering why I am breaking out into tears as I type this on my iCrackerBot. He just offered me some Kleenex.

Speaking of which, Omar Sharif here is quite a handsome fellow himself. Swarthy, rugged, with a well cut chin and jawline covered in a five-o’clock shadow and a dark olive complexion. I keep the Kleenex and silently thank him for his generosity. I don’t think he’d understand the fabulous late-50’s film-noir romance that played out on my head moments before.

Also here are Bryan Cranston, Anita Rice, Cheech Marin, Ban Ki Moon, and Meredith Viera. All are armed.

Happy Tuesday. Safe travels.

July 16, 2013 – Homeward Bound – #trainspotting#Chicago


Good afternoon. I’m on the 6:15PM out of the City.

I was at the train station to get out of the City, but I forgot to do the most important thing before doing all the almost most-important things. So, just after using the restroom at the station, I swam against the tide of commuters getting home and got back to the office. Twenty minutes later, I was done and closed shop. I picked up a cold canned beverage and am now here to report  on my findings.

There is a stunning late twenty-something in a black business skirt, comfortable shoes and white blouse sitting across the aisle from me, reading a magazine. She has a thin patina of moisture from the humidity over her perfect makeup. A salmon colored handbag on her lap, her legs are crossed. She seems to be wearing a ring wedding band with engagement ring? I hope the guy isn’t an idiot. She reminds me of a less sultry Charlese Theron. I can’t look any more for free of seeming to leery or seedy. Having Morris Day and the Time on the live-stream as I write this is not helping.

Former Prime Minster Tony Blair of Great Britain is passed out drunk two seats back and across the aisle. The poor bloke was on holiday and made a quasi-political stop in the predominantly Irish  neighborhoods throughout the City. Being the PM who benefited from decades of negotiations between the Catholics and Prodestants to officially end the Troubles, both friend and former foe was ready buy His Excellency a round or two. Unfortunately there were a lot of Irish and only him and his detail. The detail, all of whom are ready for retiarement , must be the other three late-middle-aged men passed out in other benches in this car.

Moby is here, sitting up top on the second level single seating. His intense stare behind the retro glasses and five-o-clock shadow make him look a bit psychotic. Not enough for anybody to make the conductor aware of issues, but still. It’s never hurts to be suspicious (especially in Florida).

Also here are George Washington Carver (a different one), Ban Ki Moon, Sen. Arturo Sandoval (D) of the Illinois Senate, and Wesley Snipes. All are armed.

Happy Tuesday. Safe Travels.

July 1, 2013 – Inbound – #trainspotting#Chicago


Good morning. On the 7:50AM into the City. I just got back from a wonderful family gathering in Columbus, OH. It seems that there are some family fans of this blog who were generally curious about what I am doing. I can’t deny that some of the curiosity was concern for my mental health and obvious (and alarming) skill for public voyeurism.

That being said, Ned Beatty is back and looking buffed as ever. He looks like a boxer. He’s got on a grey nondescript t-shirt, blue jeans and worn out grey-black sneakers. His backpack is black. The mans hair is cropped military short and has taken on an almost orange-heather like hue from the summer sun. He is friendly and cordial, but otherwise could hide in plain sight.

Leonard Maltin, the composer and musical darling of the Hollywood social set, is sitting five seats back. The bearded gentleman is on his iCrackerbot, with headphones, using a downloaded app to mix in samples of Stravinsky, Michael Bolton, The Carpenters and Captain & Tennille with a distinct funk shuffle beat for Barbara Streisand to record for her next album. Good luck with that Leonard!

Tyler Perry is sitting one seat up and against the window from Leonard. The handsome, dark chocolate colored and five-o-clock shadowed fellow is on his eReader device, looking through Greek and Roman mythology for more story ideas to embroil his signature character, Medea, around so Medea can incorporate her Baptist, reverential and Southern African-American wisdom and wit to resolve the conflict. What better place to incorporate a strongly worded “Chil’ PLEASE!” than in the middle of a Romeo and Juliet type story?

Also to be mentioned are Penny Pritzker, Ban Ki Moon, Lance Armstrong, and Ken Watanabe. All are armed.

Happy Monday. Safe travels.

March 19, 2013 – Inbound – #trainspotting#Chicago


Good morning. On the, nonplussed, 7:30AM into the City. I really must try to get out of the house earlier. I am in the rear Quiet Car, which is less populated. No one seems to have reacted to the poor fellow who decided to bring twelve-thousand-or-so commuters to a standstill yesterday by using the train system to take is own life. He evidently was not armed. May he rest in peace (I almost spelled it piece).

There is a girl-next-door looking woman, mid-to-late thirties,  who is doing her makeup on the train. She added a basecoat to her forehead and is now attempting to cover up the puffiness of her eyes and her emerging crows feet with extra layers. She now looks like the Rene Auberjonois character on “Deep Space Nine”. Now she’s put away the base (she’s dropped the base?) for a different mirror-case, which looks vaguely like a water color paint set one of my children uses for art on weekends. Her concentration and dedication to purpose is astounding and inspirational, especially in light of the effects of a swaying, bumpy car ride. She now has emerged as a movie star, ready to…  to…  to face that 15″ LCD screen with dignity and confidence. Oh, she’s armed.

A handsome Michael Phelps looking fellow is here, about seven seats back. He looks tired and a bit nervous. His hair has grown, though the hairline has receded, since the last Olympic games. Perhaps he is meeting up with a “friend” that’ll hook him up with some choice Cohiba-ganj or Rasta-pasta or whatever the more powerful strains are called today. Not being from the area and just visiting friends, I can see why he’d be concerned coming into the City on “business”.Good news though, lots of great food! Good luck, pal. It’s a good thing he’s armed.

Also here are Harry S Truman, Condaleeza Rice, Ban Ki Moon, and the Mike Singletary. All are armed.

Happy Tuesday.

February 4, 2013 – Inbound – #trainspotting#Chicago


Good morning. On the 7:55AM into the City. The NFI is five. Hi.

I was requested by a woman to not sit in my usual seat on the quiet car because she was saving seats for her compatriots. Although the tone was apologetic and deferential, the delivery sounded like marching orders. On reflection, the request was unwarranted. This is the Quiet Car. It is nice to have friends nearby, even in same seats, except that the conversation is non existent or minimal in this car. What’s the point? Two of the four are asleep, including the seat-saver! Hmph. At least start a LAN party or something!

Eric McCormack of ‘Will and Grace’ fame is here, sitting up top. He is on his iCrackerbot, listening to an audition be did for an LA Theaterworks production of Glengarry Glenross. He did not get the part of the shark-coach dude, epitomized by Alec Baldwin’s Oscar rated performance. He still hasn’t gotten the Will out of his grace and is visiting the City for some expert voice coaching and improv refreshers.

Arianna Huffington’s cousin is here. This eastern-bloc beauty has her blonde-streaked hair back in a tight bun, which highlights the dimpled cheek bones that are prevalent in the genetics of the former Iron Curtain peoples. An older woman, Cousin Natasha is simply but elegantly dressed in a black overcoat and ivory-white scarf. She is unfazed by the snow and cold, remembering far harsher conditions fondly from her youth as a tomboyish pre-teen in Soviet-era Minsk.

Also here are two members of a Sultanate with perfect turbans, Courtney Love, Chad Lowe, a Destiny Child, Mike Ditka and Ban Ki Moon.

Happy Monday. Safe travels.