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Monday, September 29, 2014 – Homeward Bound – trainspottingChicago



Good afternoon.

I’m on the 3:58PM out of the City.

Harvey Keitel sat across from me in the choice jump seat. He faces the path of travel. I am looking at the crowd. Though average height, about 5′-9″ or so, Harvey crouches when he sits. Gunmetal black button down shirt, jet black slacks. Black shoes. Very Monday meetings looking. He is yawning, which is horribly contagious, as I start to as well. Our man just called someone on his iCrackerBot and, how about that!, he has a Bronx drawl to his intonation, harkening back to a scene from “Serpico”.

Also here is Clive Owen, in his usual stance of being aurally and visually attached to his iCrackerBot. I am hoping he is watching episodes of Doctor Who to see if he can grab a bit part on the popular Science Fiction program. Perhaps he will guest star as a Cyberman with some wit, or a Sontaran on a diet regimen?

There is a thirty something brunette with early Courtney Cox hairdo, who reminds me of Shirley MacLane, especially around the nose and mouth. She’s not necessarily stunning,  it there is a quiet strength a out here that is alluring. Though, she could stand well to smile.

Dr. Jeckyl-Hyde is here. He is not as animated as usual because a heavy set Alice the Housekeeper looking woman sat next to him, encroaching into his space.  He fitfully, eyes closed, EFT hand holding his bead in frustration, holds back the ongoing inner debate about ISiL vs ISIS, Salutegate, and Boobs on the Ground. Its hard to watch him struggle.

Also here are Pia Zadora, General Anwar Sadat, Ed Harris, and a shorter haired Sarah Silverman. All are armed.

Happy Monday. Safe Travels.

Monday, September 15, 2014 – Homeward Bound – trainspottingChicago



Good afternoon.
I’m on the 3:58PM out of the City.

Dr. Jeckyl-Hyde is here. He is frustrated about something. He just went into a silent tirade. I can’t quite make out what’s bothering him, but it is either the recent half-measures proposed by the POTUS about ISIL in Iraq, or he is reenacting a particularly animated breakup with an office romance that happened in 1983.

He seems to be lecturing his window mirror image about how the Unites States has behaved poorly over the last decade or more, making either too rash or too timid decisions about foreign policy and US interests throughout the world.

Or, he seems to be arguing with Uniqua about a reckless dalliance with a bisexual cabaret dancer in 1983, at a time where everyone in the office pool is noticing that they are acting more and more like a married couple every day, but that Uniqua’s family, former Civil Rights activists and Black Power advocates, would not be pleased to have her bring him, a young baseball player looking pasty faced, back to Greensville, Alabama for Thanksgiving.

He stares out into the green-gray haze of the afternoon sky, through the triple glazed safety windows, reminiscing about the halcyon days of the Reagan Administration.

Three Desi IT fellows decided that they felt most comfortable. They are comparing breakfast bunch places in the Western Suburbs. One fellow is the “foodie”; the other two are misers. One goes to the nicer places for the experience. The other two are trying to get the most for their money. My wife would love this conversation. I stay quiet, with headphones in my head.

Also here are Jeffrey Dahmer, Clive Owen, Katey Segal, Will Farrell, and Harvey Keitel. The are armed.

Happy Monday. Safe travels.

Monday, September 8, 2014 – Homeward Bound – trainspottingChicago



Good afternoon.

I’m on the most favored 3:58PM out of the City, in the front train car just behind the locomotive. You may have noticed that I haven’t been talking about the morning trains recently. I think that pattern is due to a bit of laziness on my part, coupled with a habit of keeping abreast of the weekend current events and associated satire, as I travel into the City. I will make a point to report my observations about the inbound folks in De course.

It’s a lightly populated train car this afternoon. Jay Cutler is here. He doesn’t seem disappointed in the three point loss to the Buffalo Bills in yesterdays Season Opener. He, like me and many of my friends, were pleasantly surprised that it was only a three point loss. The loss, this time, can be squarely attributed to the three interceptions (nowadays called “turnovers” like the savory puff pastry) deftly executed by Cutler.

Our man pulls out a pack of menthol cigarettes, but quickly puts them back in his pocket, realizing that he can’t smoke on the train without reprisals and media scrutiny. He falls asleep to the rhythm of the train, reliving every open receiver he could have hit to instead of their defensive backs.

Dr. Jeckyl-Hyde is here. He’s talking to the back of the head of the young, Telly Savalas looking, bald fellow seated in front of him. J-H is a little miffed about the state of the GOP.

On one level, it looks like the GOP will take back the House and win over the Senate. Happy days are here again, right? In the name of the American Family, they can repeal the destructive healthcare law that just doesn’t help average Americans. They can finally shut Elizabeth Warren and the Dems about profiting from Student Loans. After all, everyone knows Government should act more like Big Business. What better way to generate profit to reinvest in the debt reduction?

Increase sending rates to banks? asks his RINO personality, to the row of hair growing along Kojack’s neckline in front of him. Are you crazy? retorts Far Right, to the same hairline. Do you want to encumber growth? Stifle job creation? Kill the American Dream? Have we lost our minds?

He looks out the window to his right, contemplating that last question, in silence.

Also here are Clive Owen, Freddie Prinze Sr., the Hong Kong money launderer from The Dark Knight, and Rita Rudner. All are armed.

Happy Monday. Safe travels.

Monday, August 25, 2014 – Homeward Bound – trainspottingChicago


Good afternoon.

I’m on the 3:58PM out of the City. I’m in the front car. I missed the old neighborhood enough that I came back to it. All my old friends are here.

For example, Clive Owen is seated two seats over. His temples have grayed since I saw him last, but he looks as handsome as ever. He is, as usual, fixated upon his iCrackerBot, which he is tethered using the proscribed earbuds provided by the manufacturer, as opposed to a high end, mini-subwoofer augmented, air traffic controller certified set of noise isolating headphones. Pfft. He’s such a Philistine! How can he expect to have an all inclusive, three dimensional, polyphonic immersive experience with a simple set of rural Chinese made plastic ear wax removers? Rube.

Benched War Correspondent is back. He’s been at the office e since 4:00AM, going over the influx of police brutality claims, both video-recorded and witness-corroborated, in the hopes of understanding the cultural reasons for this surge of excessive enforcement procedures. He’s looking out the window, contemplatively. Is it possible, in the name of “infotainment”, the Fourth Estate has contributed to the elevated fear of non-white folk?Is the acceptance of, and open publication of, rhetoric reminiscent of Jim Crow? Is he wondering about the effects of publishing leading questions instead of real facts?

(See what I did there?)

Dr. Jeckyl-Hyde is here. I love this man. He is my muse. I used to be in an academic/sociological, Louis Leakey like observer of our Homo sapien polysyllabus friend, but now I have embraced his eccentricities from afar. I understand how he uses books and printed material to keep him from “riding the window ” into silent , self satisfying exposition. I feel that this blog is a digital manifestation of what Dr. Jeckyl-Hyde demonstrates on a daily basis. When he is busy, or engaged in reading, or has a date (yes, I’ve seen that!), he comes of as an affable, likable, engaging conversationalist. When alone, with nothing to engage his mind, he turns inward, staring out the train window as less of a snapshot of a moving landscape, but a blurry dysfunctional mirror by which to speak to the only reasonable person he trusts, to figure out the chaos of the world he experiences or perceives.

My hero.

Also here are a bald John Lithgow, Spike Lee, Adam Savage, Dr. Billy Geer, and Carl Sagan. All are armed.

Dr. Who for me at 9:30PM tonight. Movie theater. No date! Somebody has to watch the companions and keep my TARDIS from disappearing, while I check out the latest iteration of the Doctor.

Happy Monday. Safe travels.

Monday, November 25, 2013 – Homeward Bound – #trainspotting#Chicago



Good evening. On the favorite 3:58PM out of the City. “The Crazy 3:58”.

Before I begin with my observations (such as they are), I want to wish my Chosen People readership a blessed Hanukkah season. To my American friends, I wish you and your families a happy, plentiful, and emotionally event-free Thanksgiving holiday. Remember, you can’t choose your family, but you can choose your response to the insane.

Speaking of family, Dr. Jeckyll-Hyde is here. His far right personality has gone a little off the deep end. I know this because he is actually audible. He is looking out the window and nodding while mumbling silently, but every few seconds or so, you can bear him say “No.” and “Not acceptable.” Periodically, be stops nodding his head, but still looking out the window and still mumbling, as if the center-right-RINO is explaining another critical point, to which he begins to nod again, blurting out an audible “No.” Evidently, his far-right is channeling Lindsay Graham while the RINO is representing McCain. The topic of contention is the less-than-satisfactory deal made by Sec. John Kerry with the EU, OPEC, Israel and Iran. I haven’t been following the details butterfly J-H is exorcized about it. He is (they are?) in for a rough Thanksgiving this year.

There is a gentleman with a military haircut and build of an ex-Marine. I say ex because he is out of uniform, is too old to be a recruit or NCO, and is too relaxed for the image. He has the facial features of a young Spencer Tracy. He has the build of Brian Urlacher. Black leather jacket befitting a Chicago Police Department beat cop or cross-country motorcyclist. Gray hoodie. His shoulders are wider than my leg is long. I mentioned him because I am a bit scared he’ll come after me if he isn’t properly recognized.

Former French President Nicolas Sarkozy is here, sitting across the aisle and one seat back. Though dressed as a mid-level executive, M’sieu Sarkozy has that je ne c’est quoi that makes him attractive. Having no bench partner, be has sprawled himself about the seat, deposit his coat and attaché next to him. He is doing that thing where one cleans ones teeth with the tip of ones tongue to ensure there isn’t a piece of spinach quiche from lunch trapped between the incisors.

Also here are DeForest Kelly, Jeffrey Dahmer, Clive Owen, Q-Tip from Tribe Called Quest, Benched War Correspondent, and Herman Cain. All are armed.

I’m out till December, folks. Thank you for your continued interest in my brain meandering as I commute every day.
Please feel free to comment, criticize, suggest, request or otherwise let me know you care.

Happy Thanksgiving. Safe Travels.

Monday, November 11, 2013 – Veterans Day – Homeward Bound -#trainspotting#Chicago


Good afternoon. On the wintery 3:58PM out of the City. Not noticing an NFI index today, as most folks who would be wearing the logo are taking advantage of the federal holiday to shop.

Also, because it is a federal holiday, some of the usual suspects are missing. Of greatest import is Dr. Jeckyll-Hyde, who is absent from the front train car. He is missed, as I could have benefited from his internal monologue to help me decipher the rage, fear, angst, and defensive snark of my more (politically) right leaning friends that I chat with on the social media networks.

Before I rattle on about my personal business, I really just recognize the outstandingly attractive Angela Bassett looking African American woman seated across the aisle. She is a woman of considerable financial security, political will and social strength. Her outfit is perfect for her, basic enough to be considered mainstream chic, but with patterns, accents and color coordination of Parker earth tones (to her Nubian goddess skin) as to illicit second looks from both sexes and all classes and races of society.

As I was saying, my far-right friends are so concerned about social status that it surprises even me. I know my far right friends are intelligent, and had diverse educations both in suburban and urban settings. But to be so… militant about their decided perspective is unnerving. I never assume I am correct, but I can be sure I am on the path towards more inclusive solutions to local, regional and national issues. I find that the people who seem to want to debate me, tend to come into the conversation with aggression and a predisposed perspective. Perhaps I do, too.

Enough about my thoughts on social interaction. The Egyptian Ambassador to the legation in the City is on his way home. He is obviously new to the Country, having served as a junior FSO in the embassy in Qatar. He looks confused about certain traits or behaviors of Midwesterners that be did not expect when he met East-Coast and Oil-American Illuminati at social functions in Doha.

Also here are Sir Richard Harris, Clive Owen, JJ Walker, Forrest Whittaker, and  Benched War Correspondent. All are armed.

Happy Monday. Life will be much easier by Friday (I hope).
Safe travels.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013 – Homeward Bound – #trainspotting#Chicago



Good afternoon. On the most favorited 3:56PM out of the City. I am, at least, dryer than I was this morning on the Inbound.

It’s early yet. Caucasian Barack Obama is here, up top. He’s on his iCrackerBot, no doubt revisiting the updated healthcare.gov website. One or two of my conservative friends are wishing for the walls to tumble.

I don’t recall, in recent memory, the doings of a single President were so reviled by the opposition party. Even during the heady days of #43, whom nobody seems to want to talk about anymore, you didn’t have the level of bile and abject hate that I’m seeing from the conservatives. One openly said that Reagan, Romney and McCain weren’t conservative enough. What does it mean to be a Conservative anymore?

Anyway, that’s just not important right now. The compartment is getting more full. A Yeardly Smith looking woman is seated in Dr. J-H’s spot. Dr. Jeckyll-Hyde is seated next to Ms. Smith and is already talking to himself.

His far-right self is surprisingly low key, waiting for the whole deck of cards to fall down on ACA. The center-right part of his psyche isn’t saying anything, lest his best and only friend call him out as a (gasp!) Progressive or (gaspgasp!) RINO. The absolute gall of his far-right personality to call his center personality a RINO!? How could his far-right know what his right was thinking.

Heh. As I was typing, Dr. Jeckyll-Hyde asked to switch places with Yeardly Smith. They (far-right and right) are chatting away now, completely silently. They are in their zone. I can’t make out what is being said. A fellow who looks like Ralph Macchio sat in my line of sight.

A lot of dejected religious-right folk on the train looking morose over the decision by the State Legislature to recognize same-sex marriage. Too bad.

Also here are Clive Owen, Hillary Swank, Benched War Correspondent, and Harvey Keitel. All are armed.

Happy Wednesday. Safe Travels.

Wednesday, October 09, 2013 – Homeward Bound – #trainspotting Chicago


Good afternoon. On the, strangely familiar, 3:55PM out of the City. End of Day Nine of the US Shutdown and one side is sounding sillier than the other.

You have a guy named Burr saying that not raising the Debt Ceiling isn’t a big deal. Don’t worry about it. You have Boehner and the House Republicans state that it’s POTUS’ Shutdown, when they instigated it, but instigated it after an agreement was already in place, negotiated by Harry Reid (D-Nv) and Boehner (R-OH) in June. House got a 30% Cut in Spending. Clean CR. Smooth sailing. The House Republicans changed their mind. Obamacare poisoned their thoughts, like pre-teens looking a video porn. How could Obama be so thoughtless as to run a perfectly good agreement from July 2013 with a law, that was passed in 2008, and upheld by SCOTUS? Damn you, POTUS, for poisoning a perfectly negotiated Budget Resolution with your five-year-old, pre-approved, bipartisan,  Socialist Policies! This is your fault!

Well, I digress. Two large troll looking men are sitting and chatting across the aisle and three seats back. One looks like a lawyer, the other a trader or fund manager. Fund manager is decidedly Sontaran or VladamPutin-esque. Big shouldered, bald head. They look like former high school football opponents.

There is an attractive young lady, she looks like a Selena Gomez type girl, who is on her cellular phone, chatting with her beau. Her heavily mascara-coated eyelashes are beating at various intervals that, in Morse Code, spell “Do Me Now, Big Boy”, except that its a voice conversation and not a video chat. It is likely that the beau on the other end is not conversant in Morse, or any other subtle form of communication, as Selena has stopped being coy and is explaining the concept of making reservations at the restaurant before picking her up. The fellow must have outstanding genes, and be highly pleasurable in bed, for her to be this patient with his obvious stupidity.

OK. Also here are Porkins from Red Squadron, Harvey Keitel, Clive Owen, Benched War Correspondent, and Dr. Oliver Sachs. All are armed.

Don’t let the repeated nonsense in the media distract you from the fact that there are coalitions who hate organized Government that have been voted into this Congress and they are revelling in the chaos as reasonable representatives and then vast majority look and wonder what the SOTHOROTUS is thinking.  It’ll get worse before it gets better.

In any case, Happy Wednesday. Stay Safe.

Monday, October 7, 2013 – Homeward Bound – #trainspotting#Chicago


Good afternoon. On the, vaguely familiar, 3:55PM out of the City. Ending Day Seven of the Standoff in the US Capitol Corral.

Let’s get right to it. The Historian is here. For those of you who remember, this fellow is a bigger, pear shaped version of a well renowned, yet forgotten-named Presidential Historian. I originally thought he was doing research on the (best) forgotten President James K. Polk, when in fact he is personally evoking the physique and presence of William Howard Taft. Unfortunately, the Historian is unable to replicate the formidable mustache that made Taft the first Arctic Walrus President. After a long day of sifting through archival data at some of the City’s most reputable academic and private collections, Historian is conked out asleep. Poor fella.

Its a rather crowded front car this evening. Matt Smith, the 11th Doctor, is here. For those of you asleep at the Science Fiction wheel, Doctor Who is the longest running (though not quite continuous) Science Fiction TV serial ever made, by the BBC London.

Well, the latest actor to play the regenerative roll of the Doctor, Matt Smith, is here and is superlatively coiffed with that thick head of wavy hair. His last appearance playing the gallivanting Gallifreyan ended a few days ago, and young Matt Smith has been on a bender in the City. I’d ask for the scruffy, angle jawed, handsome fellow’s autograph, but I am unsure if it is him. Seriously, folks, he is the epitome of modern health. VaVoom!

I can’t chat for very long. Phone calls coming in. Also here are Al Bundy, a Sontaran Field Marshall, Wagner-Fan, Clive Owen, Sir Richard Harris, a darker Pink, Mike Ditka, Minnie Minoso, Dr. Jeckyl-Hyde, and Caucasian Barack Obama. All are armed.

If you have become desensitized to the partial closure of Government, then please take another look. A partially operational federal government is a lot like a partially functional computer system. Nothing really works until the OS comes fully online and operational.

Happy Monday. Safe travels.

Monday, September 30, 2013 – Homeward Bound – #trainspotting#Chicago


Good afternoon. On the, highly recommended, 3:55PM out of the City. I hope you are all well.

I say that, in part because tomorrow is the first day of Obamacare. This president has the dubious distinction of having, not a doctrine like Truman or a political movement like Jackson, but an actual bit of law nicknamed after him. It wasn’t called “Johnson-Care” in 1966. It was called “Medicare”. But this? “Obamacare.”

Like it or not, it’s the law of the land. Like owning a car, where you gotta buy insurance for the vehicle, you now have to buy insurance to get access to healthcare. So, find an exchange, call your State government. Get enrolled today.

My take on it? It must be a good law because nobody likes it. Also, healthcare is a for-profit business. General health of the populace is a for-profit business. I wonder how we’d feel if law enforcement, fire protection, and judicial prudence were also for-profit enterprises. Oh, wait…..

Anyway, good health to you. Wagner-fan is here. He’s looking well. He’s lost a little weight. A little. He’s fiddling with his iCrackerbot, queueing up Zubin Mehta’s direction of ‘Valkyries’ with LSO. Mazeltov.

Benched War Correspondent is here. He is wishing nothing but ill-will towards Vladimir Putin. Y’see, a military intervention in Syria was just the thing he was looking for to get back “into the game”. He already has contact on the ground – old friends from the Beirut Bombing days – that he was hoping to touch base with as an imbedded reporter. If nothing else, he was hoping for some free-range-mutton Shwarma and mortar-shell ground couscous, versus the franchised stuff he finds in the Southwest suburbs and in DC.

Clive Owen is here. He is catching up on Season Four of “Breaking Bad” so he can at least seem quasi-hip at the coffee machine, trying to follow the young web-heads ADD’ing over how then show ended. “OMG and what they did with Jesse and Jack…and (breathe) Walter White! Whoo! Perfect!” while he looks on vacuously and wishes for a discussion of Tom Baker’s Doctor.

Also here are Caucasian Barack Obama, George Stephanopolous, Dee Dee Meyers, Cokie Roberts, Ben Bradlee and the bouncer from Jerry Springer. All are (heavily) armed.

Going to meetings tomorrow. Off the rail grid. See you Wednesday.