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Monday, November 10, 2014 – Inbound – trainspottingChicago

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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.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014 – trainspottingChicago

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Good morning.

On the bright and cheery 7:30AM into the City. I started typing this post a little late. I was watching John Oliver’s segment about Ferguson, MO from his show Last Week Standing on my iCrackerBot. Illuminating.

Last Week Tonight with John Oliver: Ferguson, MO …: http://youtu.be/KUdHIatS36A

Denise Crosby is here. The Star Trek: The Next Generation alumna   has let herself go. The one sitting before me is more than a few replicators past a healthy weight. The sedentary security chief is listening to music or watching a video on her own iCrackerBot. She has hung her vinyl coated, fashionably retro white and black striped purse on the fold away coat hook next to the top of the window well. She smiles with a twinkle escaping her CHiPs sunglasses as she watches John Oliver’s segment about Ferguson, MO.

Also here is a very buffed Fred Armisen of SNL and Portlandia fame. Our bald-cut fellow is in a tailored gray suit, white starched shirt and silver power tie. He has no attaché case. He’s on his iCrackerBot, listening to voice mails.

His shoes need shining. He is a tall fellow – I’m guessing 5′-11″ or so – who is a bit of a slob. His posture is horrible as he slouches in the jump seat, periodically propping his unshined shoes on the unoccupied seat. He has a bit of a gut, which accentuates his lazy demeanor despite the sharp clothes. He’s drinking a yellowish liquid out of a plastic water bottle – a screw top bottle, not a thermos style bottle. I first thought he was holding a urine sample for a drug test until he started chugging from it. Hmph.

Also here are Mike Singletary, Jeff Bezos, George Takei, and Michael Brown’s aunt. All are armed.

Happy Wednesday. Safe travels.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014 – trainspottingChicago

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Good morning.

On the bright and cheery 7:30AM into the City. I started typing this post a little late. I was watching John Oliver’s segment about Ferguson, MO from his show Last Week Standing on my iCrackerBot. Illuminating.

Last Week Tonight with John Oliver: Ferguson, MO …: http://youtu.be/KUdHIatS36A

Denise Crosby is here. The Star Trek: The Next Generation alumna   has let herself go. The one sitting before me is more than a few replicators past a healthy weight. The sedentary security chief is listening to music or watching a video on her own iCrackerBot. She has hung her vinyl coated, fashionably retro white and black striped purse on the fold away coat hook next to the top of the window well. She smiles with a twinkle escaping her CHiPs sunglasses as she watches John Oliver’s segment about Ferguson, MO.

Also here is a very buffed Fred Armisen of SNL and Portlandia fame. Our bald-cut fellow is in a tailored gray suit, white starched shirt and silver power tie. He has no attaché case. He’s on his iCrackerBot, listening to voice mails.

His shoes need shining. He is a tall fellow – I’m guessing 5′-11″ or so – who is a bit of a slob. His posture is horrible as he slouches in the jump seat, periodically propping his unshined shoes on the unoccupied seat. He has a bit of a gut, which accentuates his lazy demeanor despite the sharp clothes. He’s drinking a yellowish liquid out of a plastic water bottle – a screw top bottle, not a thermos style bottle. I first thought he was holding a urine sample for a drug test until he started chugging from it. Hmph.

Also here are Mike Singletary, Jeff Bezos, George Takei, and Michael Brown’s aunt. All are armed.

Happy Wednesday. Safe travels.

Monday, August 19, 2014 – inbound – trainspottingChicago

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Good morning.

On the misty 7:30AM into the City. Its a gray day. I hope this isn’t some Shakespearian portend of incoming gloom, because I am a little busy with cleaning up the last gloom and doom.

I am still reeling from the death of my sump pump and the subsequent water logging my basement took last week. With a new sump system and a now dry-but-musty concrete basement, my wife and I are thinking about possibilities. I will need the next few weekends to repair and prime drywalls and purge old tchotchkis and outmoded technologies. Then, repair, then plan for what to do with the space.

Well, enough about my sinking ship.

There is a woman sitting five rows from me, my side, that has caught my eye. She reminds me a bit of Linda Hamilton from the first Terminator movie. She is not unattractive,  she is also not someone that would immediately turn heads. Blonde hair, straight, shoulder length. Long fingers. Mid to late forties. Frown lines. Slightly masculine jawline. Little to no makeup.

She looks battle worn. Tired. Resigned to the life she leads. She has a cocked smile as she reads a book she brought with her on the train. I can only see her head, so I can’t necessarily delve into any more details about her. She’s not wearing any jewelry on her right hand. Given the color of her eyebrows, its highly possible the blonde color is a dye job.

Every woman. The dispatch attendant for a taxi service. A tired office assistant. A stressed out junior attorney that didn’t quite climb the ranks. A divorcee? Who knows?

Contrast to her is a very tall gentleman who reminds me of Eric Cantor. I know he is tall because he is sitting at ninety degree angles at his knees and waist. His head is mere centimeters below the dystopian fluorescent lighting housing of the train car.
Baby blue shirt, silver-gray tie. Nice shoulders for his height. He visits the club three nights a week to work out and drink before going home to the wife and kids. Power broker. No emotion at all from this fellow. I want to guess Wharton School grad, but Kellogg is closer. A nose like Dick York.

Also here are Mike Singletary, Jim Cramer, Ming the Merciless, the bald Bradley Cooper-Ben Kingsley amalgam, and a Slytherin sixth year. All are armed.

Happy Monday. Safe travels.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014 – Inbound – trainspottingChicago

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Good morning.
On the 7:20AM into the City.

There is a fellow here that, with the right makeup, could be a perfect copy of Michael Keaton’s Betelgeuse. Our fellow is considerably older than when Keaton took on the roll. He’s got a receding hairline, the remaining hair is cut into a spiky mullet. He’s wearing a mid-life-crisis earring. He’s reading a book or working on a tablet. If I knew his name, and said his name three times, would he disappear?

The commuters from the nicer-town just boarded. One fellow, sitting three stops away, looks like the ’70’s version Gabe Kaplan of Welcome Back Kotter fame. Our friend has a short cropped tight curled afro, bushy black eyebrows and a mustache on a ruddy white face. He’s wearing an olive brown dark suit and tie. A friendly fellow, he tried to strike up a conversation with the Blair Brown looking woman across the aisle, who is dressed in a corporate superwoman suit-skirt. When that didn’t go anywhere, he attempted to chit chat with the Rikki Lake looking woman seated next to him along the window. After a few brief intros, both looked up at me, past my hat, at the “Quiet Car – Rush Hour Only” sign and ceased the conversation.

Has the quiet car inadvertently deprived commuters the opportunity to meet new people? Could Gabe be looking for love in all the wrong places? Questions, questions, questions.

Also here are Cooper-Kingsley (from yesterday), Mike Singletary, Harry Carey, and Jon Hamm. All are heavily armed.

Happy Tuesday. Safe travels.

Monday, July 7, 2014 – Inbound – trainspottingChicago

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Good morning.

On the 7:20AM express into the City. I feel both refreshed and tired from my weeklong vacation/visitation to the Empire State. The break from work was needed, but the driving was tiring.

I think a 30-hour train ride in a sleeper car would have been awesome. Alas, I am only the humble manservant of the family. My decision making skills are left to tactical problems, not strategic ones.

Full quiet car today in the second-to-last compartment. There is a bald fellow, very serious, who looks like a cross between Bradley Cooper and Ben Kingsley, sitting in front of me in the jump seat. He’s reading a softcover of one of the Game of Thrones installments. He’s about midway through the text. A copy of Runner’s magazine is on the bench to his left. The woman on the cover is fit and trim, showing off a sizable portion of her well toned (and possibly photo-manipulated) torso, muscular-yet-feminine legs, athletically supported chest, and a defined neck that would be considered food in the vampire community.

Our Cooper-Kingsley fellow looks strangely disproportionate. His hands are huge, muscular and full of visible health veins. He sits at about six-feet tall, faded jeans, gray linen button down shirt sleeve shirt, gray hoodie. There is no need for the hoodie today, so I’m guessing he’s still protesting the injustice against Trayvon Martin. His bald head is smaller than what I would expect given his height and hands. He doesn’t smile.

Also here are Kirsten Wiig, Mike Singletary, Elvin Jones, and Jason Biggs. All are heavily armed.

Hope you are all well. Happy Monday. Safe travels.

Monday, June 9, 2014 – Homeward Bound – trainspottingChicago

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Good afternoon.

I’m on the 3:20PM out of the City. I got the Firm out of a jam and made us look equally compliant and accommodating without having our staff commit time and resources. I was a corporate hero. It doesn’t have the same satisfaction of saving lives or averting cataclysmic disaster, but it gets me in good with the Boss, and the wife & kids. I win as much as the taxpayers of the municipality and the county win, by being a good corporate representative.

Where’s my FIFA origin story? Why can’t Azziz Ansari play me in the biopic? (see Last Week Standing from June 8, 2014). Answer – ’cause what I did today only mattered to a few people and I got my reward. Out early! WoooHooo!

There’s a fellow sitting two seats down who is an unholy amalgam of Meatloaf, Guy Fieri, and Billy Joel. The man is in a white T-shirt, gray slacks, black shiny penny loafers, silver plated Rolex, and the latest Nebula 7 iCrackerBot doohicky. He talks with a perpetual smokers cough to his friend across the aisle. They walked in and sat down together, but the friend, who reminds me of Sting with hair (think BlueTurtles tour) and a five o’clock shadow, with the default look as “annoyed”, had to sit opposite our Fieri-Joel-Loaf co-commuter because the amalgam is at least 260lb of Soprano wannabe. What got me interested in these two was their conversation. They are in the construction or supply business, specifically for finishes like doors and locks, and catering to mid-level security establishments. Evidently there is another group the takes care of key-card or biometric interfaces. These two are strictly hardware – tumblers, deadbolts, and rockers.

The amalgam has a fifties pompadour hairdo straight out of Grease but aged thirty some odd years. Thinner, grayer, but totally hot-rod. There’s a bit of John Noble in his jawline and chin.

As a side bar, Cops shot in Las Vegas while eating pizza. Seattle-Pacific University thwarted by pepper spray and not a ballistically armed good guy. Guns didn’t make us more safe. How did that happen?

Also here are Paula Dean, a Duck Hunter, Mike Singletary, and Michael Ironsides. All are armed.

Happy Monday. Safe travels.

Happ

June 10, 2013 – Inbound – #trainspotting#Chicago

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Good morning. On the 7:55AM into the City, which is a little late for me. I’ve been recovering from battling a “Honey-Do” list that includes demolishing a 4’x6’x8′ shed bolted to a a concrete pad. All evidence of this object must be removed from the backyard. I have done everything BUT the demo job. My virility has been questioned. I ignore the jabs.

Sitting, sore, in the rear-Quiet-Car, drinking coffee and observing the pool of co-commuters. Mike Singletary is here, seated across the aisle and two seats back. He looks far less intense than the All-Star Super Bowl winner in his heyday. This fellow looks to in IT or finance as a mid level operator or trader.

A young oriental woman is seated in the jump seat across from me. She is a first or second generation oriental. After politely, but with a slight Valley Girl accent, asking to sit down, she immediately opens up her black faux-leather Kate Spade bag and proceeds to finish the rouge for her face.

Dropping that, she pulls out a billfold like object which houses her mascara and a mirror and is thickening her eyelashes. The eye makeup is reminiscent of my Goth friends from HS and college, but she is wearing a what amounts to be a 50’s style sailor suit. An oriental Goth line dancer from “South Pacific”. Wild.

Also here are John Cleese, Ned Beatty, Carson Daly, a few young Republicans, Uncle Fester, and Robert Reich. All are armed.

Happy Monday. Safe Travels.

June 10, 2013 – Inbound – #trainspotting#Chicago

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Good morning. On the 7:55AM into the City, which is a little late for me. I’ve been recovering from battling a “Honey-Do” list that includes demolishing a 4’x6’x8′ shed bolted to a a concrete pad. All evidence of this object must be removed from the backyard. I have done everything BUT the demo job. My virility has been questioned. I ignore the jabs.

Sitting, sore, in the rear-Quiet-Car, drinking coffee and observing the pool of co-commuters. Mike Singletary is here, seated across the aisle and two seats back. He looks far less intense than the All-Star Super Bowl winner in his heyday. This fellow looks to in IT or finance as a mid level operator or trader.

A young oriental woman is seated in the jump seat across from me. She is a first or second generation oriental. After politely, but with a slight Valley Girl accent, asking to sit down, she immediately opens up her black faux-leather Kate Spade bag and proceeds to finish the rouge for her face.

Dropping that, she pulls out a billfold like object which houses her mascara and a mirror and is thickening her eyelashes. The eye makeup is reminiscent of my Goth friends from HS and college, but she is wearing a what amounts to be a 50’s style sailor suit. An oriental Goth line dancer from “South Pacific”. Wild.

Also here are John Cleese, Ned Beatty, Carson Daly, a few young Republicans, Uncle Fester, and Robert Reich. All are armed.

Happy Monday. Safe Travels.

April 9, 2013 – Homeward Bound – #trainspotting#Chicago

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Good afternoon. On the, wouldn’t it be nice to drink a bowl of fruit?, 5:00PM out of the City. I mentioned previously that I have been busy at work, which will affect my train ride reporting, both in content and frequency.

Added to this is my new found quest for a healthier lifestyle. Today is the end of the first day of a ten-day “fast”, purging the body of ingested toxins. My nutrient intake will be exclusively from home made juices.

I currently have a headache, brought on by the absence of caffeine, refined sugars, starches and the like. The body is getting mad at me. That’s Ok. I’ve purged before.

The 5:00PM train is special. I am surrounded by IT-Desi folk, who look at me and presume that I am North Indian due to my skin tone and older due to my greying beard. I understand them, but they don’t know that.

One fellow, who looks vaguely like Squidward, is playing a standalone video-slots game, interjecting into the conversation with witticisms and quips. The other two look younger, in that they have hair on their heads. Squidward is showing off all the levels of the game to the Paul Lynd looking fellow. The other one, sitting next to me, is messing with his own iCrackerbot.

An aged, thinner Mobius from Matrix is sitting one seat back and across the aisle. He has a silver close cropped receding afro, which has the effect of making his gaunt but wise looking face seem like the face in The Scream. Bespectacled, Mobius is reading from his eReader device.

Also here are the cast of Northern Exposure, Mike Singletary, some Egyptian dignitaries, and Don Draper. All are armed.

Happy Tuesday. Safe Travels.