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Monday, November 10, 2014 – Inbound – trainspottingChicago



Good morning. I’m on the 7:50AM into the City.

It’s a warm morning for early November, but the chills will come later this week. I’m in the rear quiet car. I found that I am tired of jostling with the morning scrum and fight for a seat near the front, just to race to the office. Good thing come to those who pace.

A younger, very handsome, Jeremy Irons with black hair sits across from me. He is a brooding, serious looking fellow in blue jeans a black long sleeved shirt and a black, down insulated ski vest that was haute-coulture fashion when the A-Team was a number one but on TV. The likeness to the venerated actor is uncanny. An illegitimate son? I want this guy’s autograph and a selfie.

A bald but goateed Taye Diggs is here. Our fellow is in his mid forties, dressed in black slacks, a nondescript jacket and a black attache case. He just put on a ski cap. The other awake patrons, mostly from the very very nice town train stop, are keeping an eye on him over their newspapers and iCrackerBots.

Also here are Eric Idle, Christopher Lee, Ellyn Burnstyn, Lata Mangeshkar and Mike Singletary. All are armed.

I’m sorry I haven’t been posting lately. As the year winds down, I will make more of an effort. I am finally caught up with work stuff that In was doing in lieu of people watching. This apology is to myself, but you get to read it.

Happy Monday. Safe travels.

Monday, October 21, 2013 – Inbound – #trainspotting#Chicago


Good morning. On the 8:19AM late express into the City.

I just came back from my 20th College Reunion. It was, for me, exhilarating and restorative, to see those who could make it and remember those who couldn’t.

It seems many of my classmates read this blog and have provided me with some insight and suggestions non their likes and dislikes. I will try and incorporate their suggestion into my style.

Anyway, enough about my silliness. I was lucky enough to be the first one in board the train this morning; lucky because I get to watch the fellow commuters walk by and negotiate themselves into their desired seating. So, picture a group of very blank looking people avoiding direct eye contact walking through the train to get to the fist car and find a seat.

Well it was like this until an older woman, in her late sixties or early seventies was in the mix. I may have seen her before. She looks like Ellyn Burnstyn or a healthier Carol Channing. She moves at half the speed of everyone else. Deliberate, perhaps even because of great pain, though her face did not show signs of discomfort. She sat in front of me in the jump seat; facing the direction of travel. She’s working on the crosswords from the daily newspaper. She looks regal! She is the most content person in the car.

There is another woman some four seats back, seated aisle side. She reminds me of a smaller version of Anjelica Huston’s Morticia Adams. Very serious look on her face, roman-like angled sharp nose. She is working on her iBlazeNebula, contemplating the inputs he just made. She bites her bottom right lip nervously. Is she filling out a job application? Match.com profile? Candy Crush? I can’t tell from here.

(Match.com and the makers of Candy Crush have not endorsed this blog, though if they wish to, I am happy to mention their products anytime after the first check clears).

Also here are Michiku Kako, the Dalai Lama, Graham Nash, Jon Faverau, and Flo from Mel’s Diner. All are armed.

KC & EOS – thanks for helping me birth this blog.
She’s one year old today!

Happy Monday. Safe Travels.