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Thursday, October 9, 2014 – Inbound – trainspottingChicago



Good morning.

I’m on the 8:30AM into the City. This blog is coming full circle.
I started this travelogue two years ago, on advise from two dear friends of mine. One was a literary magazine editor in am past life; the other is a financial reporter. They both saw my original Facebook posts about my train rides as “Studs Terkel-ish, everyman observations” and convinced me, at a college homecoming in 2012, to move the effort to the blogosphere.

Now, I’m on a commuter train inbound to Union Station to catch a connecting Amtrak train to my Alma Mater. One of the realizations of that 2012 visit was that my wife and kids noticed a new energy from me. A spring in my step. So, since 2012, I’ve been taking a four night, three day “constitutional” every October. Today is the first day of this year’s annual pilgrimage.

I can’t help but notice that this is an off-peak, “cattle car” train, which makes more stops (every stop?) along this line. I am used to the constancy of the express trains, where once you are on, you can’t get off until the end of the line.

Sitting two seats in front of me is Conan O’Brian of talkshow fame, except that this fellow is 92 years young. His once Scotch-Irish jawline is now jowled. He didn’t shaved today, so there’s a rugged look about the wrinkles around his mouth. He is aurally fixated with his iCrackerBot, in that he is connected to the device via ear buds. He does not look inspired by the media feeding his eyes and ears, as it is evident he is watching a video.

Behind him, there is an Indo-American fellow who looks EXACTLY like Luther Vandross from the 1970’s, complete with a jet black coif of hair, a trimmed mustache and a good watch. He’s wearing a brown leather jacket. Luther Singh is asleep, his bejeweled hand in a fist so as to balance that tired, but gorgeously groomed, head in rhythmic slumber.

I will blog some more from the Amtrak. Also here are a Gandhi, Golda Meir, Margaret Thatcher, Reese Witherspoon and Lou Ferrigno. All are armed.

Happy Thursday. Safe Travels.

Monday, November 4, 2013 – Inbound – #trainspotting#Chicago




Good morning. On the fallen back 7:22AM into the City. The NFI is 1. When full on winter comes, this will certainly go up.

Russell Cosby is here. A young, handsome African American gentleman is seated in the other jump seat, facing the path of travel. Oh! He just got up to, I presume, disembark. Perhaps the rest of the gang hangs out just outside of the pretty-peoples suburb? Hey-hey-hey. More likely he’s a local boy who is attending the private college in the pretty-people town, specializing in generation teachers and top-notch medical staff.

Since my friend left, I am the only ethnic minority in the rear quiet car. Nobody else seems to notice. I do. I wonder, am I being racist, or am I too familiar with real-life horror stories? Also, today is the 34th Anniversary of the Hostage Crisis in Tehran. Today, the Ayatollah has asked children to leave school and chant “Death to America” in the streets. I notice these things. I wonder who else does?

The guy in front of me looks like Sly Stallone’s events manager. Mid 40’s, Dark greasy hair, frown bushy eyebrows, Lou Ferrigno’s Hulk scowl. He’s wearing a two toned windbreaker over a black cotton button down. He looks relaxed. Good. I wouldn’t want to see him angry.

Fred Savage is here. The Wonder Years┬ákid star doppleganger is in his mid 30’s eyes closed, meditative, concentrating on what is pumping into his ear-holes from his iCrackerBot. I wonder (heh) what he’s listening to. A Deepak Chopra audio book? Chamber Music? Dark Side of the Moon? What is causing him to furrow his brow in concentration?

Also here are Veronica Mars, Jared Harris (David Robert Jones from Fringe), Donald Sutherland, a female Rod Stewart, and Rikki Lake. All are armed.

Happy Monday. Safe Travels.