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Tuesday, January 13, 2015 – Inbound – trainspottingChicago




Good morning.

I’m on the 7:48AM express, which should have been the 7:28AM express, but was “delayed due to mechanical issues”. The NF Index is two.

Its been awhile since I’ve posted, and I felt that I am doing myself a disservice by having a blogspot but not providing meaningful, or at least updated, content.

The crowd is older. The median age of the commuters in the rear quiet car is at least 52. Extrapolating this reasonable observation, I surmise that the commuter rail customer is aging rapidly.

For example, Cher is here. The superstar diva analog has dyed, jet black hair that, although washed and conditioned, is arrayed as if she just woke up from a night of passionate lovemaking and, using her hands and fingers like a shampoo commercial, set her hair about her head like she just doesn’t care. Her black, brand named faux-fur coat is accented by a white cougar print scarf. Did I say cougar? I meant leopard.

Speaking of powerful women, Gloria Steinem’s stunt double is here. This doppelganger of the powerful woman’s activist is tired, napping on the train as it sways to and fro. Her hair is cut shorter than the actual GS’s hair; more of a Rachel Green look from the second season of Friends than the long, Rachel Welch from Barbarella that Ms. Steinem was wearing at the series finale of The Colbert Report.

Also here are Chris Elliot, Etta James, a bald Liam Neeson, Moriarty from the BBC remake of Sherlock, and a Desi version of Anthony Quinn. For the sake of Liberty and security, everybody is armed.

Happy Tuesday.
Safe travels.

Friday, May 2, 2014 – Inbound – trainspottingChicago

Good morning.

On the 7:35AM into the City.
I did not sleep well. Sick children. I had to sleep in a sick child’s bed across from another sick child, while the usual occupant was in my bed being ministered by my wife.

There’s been a conversation going on the internet about sexual assault. If you have been keeping up with the US news cycles, May is “Sexual Assault Awareness Month”. It is also “Home Schooling Awareness Month”, “Tourettes Syndrome Awareness Month”, and (no I am not kidding) “National Sweet Vidalia Onions Month“. However, in deference to bad-breathed random cursers, some whom I’ve encountered on the train into the City, I’ve been getting worked up about sexual assault.

There are a number of national conversations happening. The President and Vice President of the US have been on the internet and in PSAs with Hollywood stars to remind all of us that “no means no,” regardless of who is doing the saying. Senator Claire McCaskill (R-MO) and Kirsten Gillebrand (D-NY) are having public debates about the UCMJ procedures regarding cases of sexual assault. And, just yesterday, a list of colleges and universities was released identifying those institutions that are being questioned/audited under Title IX of the Education Act of 1972 by the USDoE.

I am hoping to continue the dialog on my social networks. I ask that you start and continue the conversation. Unlike the SCOTUS, I believe the old prejudices and hurts of our society aren’t quite gone yet. We cannot wait for our political leaders to hold our hands. The laws are in place. Our way of life doesn’t, or at least shouldn’t, allow for anyone to violate anybody else. Talking to friends and family, and local leaders is the way to air out the old and move on to better ways of caring for victims, prosecuting offenders, and educating all to curtail the behavior.

Oh. Right.
Also here are Bebe Neuworth, Gloria Steinem, Maria Inojosa, and Henry Rollins. All are armed.

Sorry for the seriousness. Keep talking. I’ll bring my observant mind to the afternoon train home.

Happy Friday. Safe travels.

Thursday, April 24, 2014 – Inbound – trainspottingChicago



Good morning.

I’m on the 7:30AM, rear quiet car. I have to tell you about yesterday. Yesterday, we had the Georgetown Elementary School (3rd Annual) Science Fair. We had thirty projects displayed, but up to ninety children participated. Parents were engaged and asking questions about teaching science and fostering discovery. As the GT-PTA resident “Science Guy” this was my baby. It was awesome. KG-Fifth Grade.

My guys did a project on paper airplanes. It was their design, their production, their slides. I was more of a resource and an umpire than anything else.  Outstanding work. Other parents came to me telling me similar stories of their children’s hard work. I love it.

Well, enough about my excitement.

Jeb Bush is here. The former Governor of Florida is contemplating his run for the White House as the suburbs whiz by. He is a little concerned about the attitude of his constituents as well as the nation. There is a general attitude that government is useless, perpetuated by much of the rhetoric of the party to which he is affiliated. Now with that Princeton study out, clearly identifying how the United States has become an oligarchy, it’s no wonder a future leader would even consider a run for government office. He stares out the window, blankly, as the scenery goes by.

Also here are Cruella de Ville, Donald Sutherland, Gloria Steinem, and George Plimpton with a fedora. All are armed.

Happy Thursday. Safe travels.

September 12, 2013 – Inbound – #trainspotting#Chicago


Good morning. On the, abbreviated, 7:30AM into the City.

This will be a short post. A distant relative, who lives in the Western Suburbs and works in the City, saw me on the train. He is sitting in front of me in the jumpseat, and I will chat.

Suffice to say that our conversation is being overheard and protected by Jackie Chan, Charles DeGaulle, Gloria Steinem, and Linda Carter. All are armed.

More about the people on the train later this evening.

Happy Thursday. Safe Travels.

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


Good evening. On the, intermission between work and more work, 5:45PM out of the City. I’ve become a seeing-eye-human, keeping an eye out for suspicious packages on my walk from my office to the train car. I’ve profiled everybody on the train car. Thankfully everybody is armed. For protection.

Wait! Oh wow. I just realized. This whole time, this travelogue was first and foremost an entertaining way for me to kill time. Little did I realize I was training myself to be the first line of defense for the City and the Western Suburbs. I am ideally suited to document salient details about my fellow co-commuters. If I’m the first line of defense, we are seriously screwed. If I see something, I will most certainly say something. Right, enough about me.

There are at least three Jordainians and one Sikh militant (advocating the independence of Jammu-Kashmir). They are reading from their various devices, no doubt downloading some handbook on how to make bombs out of refried beans and cheese and habenero sauce. Or, it could be a menu from El Diablo Gastronimo, but coded to transmit bomb data!

Oh, there are also three members of the Baader-Meinhof Gang. Those commie-leftists are now mid-level managers at the Fed and at four of the five Big Banks (too big to fail banks, remember them?). They are celebrating year-five of their master plan to turn the world economies upside down and bring the next level of Marxism to fruition. Thankfully, Glenn Beck is around to safe us from ruin.

Oh, look at that! There are two off duty state Fire-Marshalls (the windbreakers give them away) sitting four seats away. They are obviously a couple. Thank the Almighty God these two can’t get married, seeing as they are already sucking off of the teat of hard working Americans with their union contracts. As if they have the same stress as I do! This paper cut hurts! That loving caring couple should never be recognized as married. That would challenge the sanctity of marriage! God bless Octomom, the Kardashians, and 48% of heterosexual couples in the US for preserving that sanctity! Truly inspiring.

Finally, we have the lone working woman. Young Gloria Steinem is on her iBartlett, in a video conference with Hong Kong, cutting off the meeting so she can have enough a break to feed the kids, start laundry, check homework, get the little germballs to bed, and then write up meeting minutes for tomorrow’s face-to-face with the Senator and his staff. She isn’t worth the 79¢ on the dollar her husband makes at the same company. She just doesn’t have the drive to get ahead. Oh, look, I need to take my break.

Also here are Bill Hicks, John Oliver, Bill Maher, Dennis Miller, Chelsea Handler, and Jon Stewart. All are armed. Wednesday will be better. I hope.

March 25, 2013 – Homeward Bound – #trainspotting#Chicago


Good afternoon. On the, chatty, 4:45PM out of the City. Happy Monday. The NFI is two. I am metamorphosising.

Y’see, as part of a mid-life-crisis phase, I am finally becoming much more serious about personal health. I have already rid myself of the main killers of my system. As part of my desire to be forty-something in a twenty-something body, I have realized that my body is physically addicted to some of the food-delivered chemicals readily available in the pre-packages and processed stuff we currently rely on. I have been actively trying to find first-source foods to put down my maw. At home, we thankfully make dinner from scratch, with full knowledge of most if not all ingredients. Because of this process, I’m feeling changes my body. I may finally break through and reach puberty. Expect my posts to be more serious.

As I write this, I’m listening to the radio in my headphones. Molly Ringwald, ’80 John Hughes darling of the silver screen, is chatting with her friend/lover/husband Ice-Cube, renowned MC, producer and actor. He looks happy as a successful father and husband and equal partner with her. He is on his iCrackerBot; she is chatting with him; He looks up to continue the conversation away from his game of solitaire or e-mails or whatever. She’s wearing a nice rock.

There are three people, Monty Hall, Agatha from Bewitched, and Nora Dunn, who are obviously regular commuter riders. Monty is discussing the prohibitive cost of converting a bathroom from a half-bath to a full bath for his deadbeat son who can’t seem to get out of the house. Agatha is friendly but haughty. She is of an age where she has the answer to everything, but Emily Post trained to hold her tongue or at least soften the perfectly constructed verbal blows that she has available. Nora Dunn is pleasant and friendly and is chatting about the weekend spring-flurry.

Others include Mata Hari, General David Petraus, the Scarecrow, Gloria Steinem, and Eva Braun. They are armed to the teeth.

Happy Monday.

February 11, 2013 – Homeward Bound – #trainspotting#Chicago


Good afternoon. For those of you that read this hopefully pleasant distraction and also know me from bygone days and FB interactions, thank you for your birthday wishes. I am overwhelmed.

I am on the, College of Cardinals endorsed, 3:58PM out of the City. The place is not quite full so I cannot accurately gauge the NFI – it’s at least a three.

Doctor Jekyll-Hyde is here. He has is forehead resting in his right hand. He looks like he’s napping, but the train hasn’t left the City yet, so I’ll come back to him later.

I was listening to a segment on NPR this morning about radiologists not being able to find the image of a gorilla in an x-ray, the image was purposely superimposed into the clinical film. Now, these same people are trained to find minutae and signs of cellular degredation not seen by the untrained eye.


At the same time, that very training may skew the perspective of the viewer. Radiologist is so well trained that they can’t spot the gorilla in the room!

It seems to me that the true test of the well developed mind is to train the brain to look for minutiae and have the presence of mind (heh) to ‘turn off’ the skill for a look at the big picture.

I do that with music. It has been hammered into my formal instruction to listen, deconstruct, react and play. Now the ‘play’ part is skill and practice – scales and chords for most instruments; rudiments and volume control for drummers.

I end up listening to individual instruments, and mine of training first if not exclusively, before listening to the interaction between instruments in a piece. I get there eventually – again more by turning off the skill of deconstructing music to get why I like the ensemble? Why does Led Zeppelin or Lizst or Parliament move me so?

Are trained observers also blinded by training. Can’t he expert breast cancer hunter see the gorilla right in front of her face?

I thought these brain dumps were at first an exercise in staving off ennui. I realize that that I have been people-watching all my life. My High-School friends, many of whom I still talk to, remember me getting to school extremely early and sitting in an alcove of a doorway doing unfinished homework before I went to morning Jazz-Band practice.

Truth be told, I finished the homework on the bus ride into the City. I was there to watch fellow students learning how to be cool. To be accepted. To be BMOC. Turns out, I learned more about the human condition as a growing teenager than by reading Aristotle, Plato, Goethe, Kant, Freud or Jung during my sit-ins in the alcove. Every time I post a ride, I’m honing those same skills, jaded perhaps by wisdom and life.

Back to Dr. J-K for a minute. He has mellowed. I am guessing that he has been working on his bifurcated personality discussion using a combination of drugs, physical and visual cues or distractions, and his new Campfire 4.0 from the folks at BiggAssRiver.com. He’s asleep now.

Also here are Caucasian Barack Obama (CRO), Gloria Steinem, Dick Van Dyke (the Poppins Years), and Bishop Desmond Tutu (shopping for votes to the Top Spot?). 

It’s my birthday, so I decided to be more introspective than observant. I may have missed a gorilla go by. Ya never know.

Safe travels.

January 22, 2013 – Inbound – #trainspotting#Chicago


Good morning. On the, iced-over, 7:50AM into the City. The NFI is 5. Word to the ‘Chronic’, twenty years old.

A well bundled commuter set, as if everyone is not going to work, but on a train to the mountains to go skiing!

Betty Maltese is here. The former mayor of Cicero, Illinois who was convicted under the RICO  Act, was released from prison in 2010 (as I remember). She has lost weight. She is reading a magazine. I imagine her going to see her federal parole officer in a sub-basement of one of the Mies Van Der Rohe towers in Federal Plaza.

The woman sitting in the jumpseat with me, facing the path of travel, reminds me of Eleanor Roosevelt. Our fellow commuter has a refined look, like a Mother Goose (the animal, not the storyteller). She is wearing a red overcoat, sporting a small dark-red-leather purse, black sweater, light blue scarf. Old money elegance. She reminds me of a earlier time. Perhaps I am feeling overly nostalgic or historic.

I feel a little stressed. Packed. Overwhelmed. I need some time to resort priorities. Re-organize.

Also here are Pocahantas, Ron Kittle, Yoko Ono, and Gloria Steinem. Happy Tuesday. Safe travels.