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Friday, April 24, 2015 – Inbound – trainspottingChicago



Good morning.
I’m on the 7:55AM into the City, after just missing the 7:30AM. Happy Friday to all.

It’s been awhile since I have posted about the comings and goings on the train. Lots of changes happening for the commuter set.

The train is less crowded. This could be due to more telecommuting opportunities. This train is one of the later express trains, so many of the hard working commuter set are packed in on the 7:30, or the very intrepid 7:15 expresses. Or, perhaps the GOP candidates are right. All of that exciting talk of new job growth isn’t translating to mid-level admin, systems analyst, residential home loan account representative, or civil engineer job. Perhaps that growth is in the retail side?

I’d take some time and look at the Bureau of Labor Statistics data, but I’ve got papers to push and contractors to stare down, so I’ll leave it up to WSJ and Bloomberg to sort out.

Well, enough about my random thoughts.

Roger Sterling is here. For those of you unfamiliar, he is the head of the Sterling Cooper advertising agency, documented in the show Mad Men. Our real life version on the train has the stark white hair, but instead of a cutthroat CEO, our Mr. Sterling has a more professor emeritus look about him. The hair is unkempt and has taken on a mid-90’s David Bowie sort of form. The furrows of  his face are spot on like John Slattery’s Sterling. Our man has glasses with the strap, so when he takes them off, the specs hang like a necklace. He’s reading the paper and doing the crosswords. I think he’s going to go to the office, fire and intern and head to Ruth Chris’ for a liquid lunch.

A Desi version of Sheldon Cooper from The Big Bang Theory is here, seated three seats back. Balding head, thick glasses big ears, the man is seated, with fabulous posture, and either meditating or asleep. The only real difference between our man and Sheldon is our man’s milk chocolate skin tone.

Also here are Issac Asimov, Stephen Chu, Stephen Fry, Molly Ringwald, and Anil Kapoor. All are armed.

Happy Friday
Safe travels.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014 – Homeward Bound – trainspottingChicago


Good evening.

I’m on the, exceptionally brief, 5:22PM out of the City.

This train is an express to my very nice stop, with one prior stop to the very Very nice stop before my own. My Boss borrowed my family minivan for a thing he had to do today, but he let me drive his very very nice luxury sedan. The rules? From his house to my house last night. From my house to the very Very nice town station (for which he has a parking pass). Hop the train to work. Take care of business. Come back to the very Very nice town’s station and go back to his house to switch vehicles.

I’m on that second to last leg now.

A Seth Rogan looking ginger-haired fellow, with a full beard, is seated one seat over. Ginger-blonde, actually. A sharp nose. His claim to fame is a tweed jacket and a blue-gray plaid bow tie. This on a steel-gray plain button down cotton shirt. Already, this is an impressive feat of fashion excellence. He brings black horn rimmed glasses worthy of 1950’s rock and rollers, and high end, studio quality sound isolating headphones for his, now-antiquated iCrackerBot05.

Behind him sits a dejected Bill Nye. He is still regretting having participated in the publicly held debate regarding Creation vs Evolution. All it did was be a money maker for Ken Ham, and not a forum for reasonable discussion of what should be taught in science class. He’s still, while seated, itemizing the expense receipts for his accountants so that he doesn’t get audited by the God Fearing IRS.

A handsome North Indian couple is seated in my jump seat. Thankfully, she sits across from me, though he is rather good looking. She is curvy, but not overweight. She should smile more when she texts home to Mumbai. He is playing solitaire.
Ah, love!

Also here are Molly Ringwald, Ban Ki Moon, Don Zimmer, and the Wicked Witch of the West. All are armed.

I just decided to hire a drum teacher. I just donated money to my Alma Mater. Homecoming, here we come.

Happy Wednesday. Safe travels.

Friday, April 11, 2014 – Inbound – trainspottingChicago



Good morning.

On the 7:35AM into the City. My wife dropped me off at the station. I am doing a full day’s work and then taking the rapid transit train to the Airport for a flight out. My niece just turned 1 year old and my brother and his wife are throwing a party.

It looks like I’ll be posting from the rapid transit line tonight and Monday morning. A whole different perspective on the commuter experience.

Anyway, enough about my travel plans.

There is a young activist here on the rear quiet car. She’s on the phone, talking to her friend about her job as a petitioner who gets signatures for government action. She reminds me of Kiesha Knight-Pulliam. She has on a real hand woven winger cap with the long tassel hanging from each ear flap. Blue jeans and a plaid overcoat with a hood and faux fur trimmings. Very collegiate hip. I didn’t have the heart to interrupt her conversation and let her know about the democratically enacted quiet car rules. She finished her conversation relatively quickly anyway. Her petition is for a ballot measure regarding equity and fair pay for women. I signed it. A lot of other people passed her by.

Behind her, Molly Ringwald is seated, regally. Her reddish-blond hair is pulled up to the top of her head in a French style bun. She has her pink semi clear thermos with an iced something drink, almost finished. She does not smile. Her dark brown coat with black faux-fur (or perhaps its real?) keeps her lithe frame warm.
Her bag is very full with books and perhaps a laptop. She may be a graduate student? Hmph.

Also here are Mean Joe Green, Oscar De La Hoya, Abe Vigoda and a heftier Mark Ruffolo. All are armed.

Happy Friday. Safe travels!

Monday, March 31, 2014 – Inbound – trainspottingChicago



Good morning.

On the spring broken 7:35 AM into the City. I am sore. This weekend was a honey-do weekend, where I took off my consultant’s hat and parental hat and put on my weight belt and movers overalls. We donated a ton of furniture that my wife thought needed to go. I recruited my second-shift MD cousin to help out. He was a trooper and a great help. After all was done, be and I had a glass of wine and then, he passed out. I don’t blame the guy. He was running on all cylinders.  The house looks bigger.

The consequence of this is that my arms and back are sore from the lifting and moving. It was a fabulous workout! Talk about feeling the burn!

Not many people on the train. Is there a holiday going on that I’m forgetting? I’m guessing a few co-commuters are taking a day or two off in conjunction with spring break this week in many of the school districts around the suburbs. Nowadays with telecommuting and other work from home options, some folks can stay home.

Enough chit chat. A seven foot frost giant sat in the jump seat with me. His face reminds me of Ferris Bueller’s dad. Long legs, long arms, broad shoulders, angular jawline –  this fellow has the trappings of a Indiana H.S. Basketball alumnus. He must have his clothes custom made, though the black slacks are too short and the jacket looks as if it could double as a tent.

Also here are a bald Henry Winkler, a random Fox News talking head, Linus Pauling, and Molly Ringwald. All are armed.


Happy Monday. Safe travels.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014 – Homeward Bound – trainspottingChicago




Good afternoon. On the enlightening 3:15PM out of the City. The NFI is 2.

Today was an interesting day. I realized that I am the embodiment of the modern adage “smart enough to be dangerous.” I realized also that technical knowledge and skill require both rigorous training as well as practice.

Y’see, I have had to take on more and more responsibility over the years working for my firm. Many of these responsibilities are operational by nature – HR, Marketing, Payroll, etc. Some are part of the services side – drafting, estimating, scheduling, designing.

There are people who train to be drafts people, carefully plunging into the minute operations and commands of designing software (AutoCAD, MicroStation, EaglePoint, etc.) There are others like myself who are more concerned about getting the information required onto the paper. I am an end-product thinker or user of the tool. I don’t have the time to master the subtleties. So far, my skills and and this mentality have served me, and the projects I manage, well.

I got called out. Nicely. But called out for not being expert; a ninja black-belt level with drafting software. I mea culpa-ed.

So it was with some embarrassment and self-realization that I stopped what I was doing and called up some expert help to take over the drafting of the project I’m currently working on.

I feel liberated and yet sad. I will get better at drafting – respect the minutae – but not now. Now, I have deadlines. I take off the drafting hat and put on the PM and estimating hat (at which I excel (heh)).

Right. Enough about me. Richard Dreyfus’ marine biologist character from Jaws is napping on the train, two seats back. He’s sitting next to an older looking Hank Azaria, who is wide awake. Hank is gray haired and mousy. These two are coworkers. Security badges for access hang from lanyards on their necks. No. Hank looks more like a less-bald David Paymer.

A blonde Molly Ringwald from Sixteen Candles is sitting way in the back. She’s flipping through an actual magazine, checking out the latest fashion tips and mentally noting all the things she didn’t know her man wanted from her in bed. She smiles, because these are the very thing she wants from her wife at home.

Also here are Eartha Kitt, a Kenyan Bobsledder, Stephanie Zimbalist, and a Corddry. All are armed.

Happy Tuesday. Safe travels

Thursday, October 10, 2013 – Inbound – #trainspotting#Chicago


Good morning. On the 8:20AM into the City. Day Ten of the US Government Shutdown.

My father and I are taking the train into the City together. He does not like the jump seat, so we are sitting in a regular seat where we are both sitting in the direction of travel. It also means I can’t see my fellow co-commuters well. Lots of the backs of heads.

I’m in the front quiet car. I’m sitting next to Jay-Z. He’s listening to samples on his iShiznit in the hiznouse. Really big headphones. Shaven bald head. Smiling and bopping his head to the, undoubtedly, phat bass coming out of his headphones. Word.

Molly Ringwald, Jane Lynch are also here. Behind me is the cast of Walking Dead. All are armed.

More this afternoon. It’s hard to filter animosity about Government from the facts and process of Government. Yes there is corruption. Yes there are special interests. Yes there is due process. Governing, in some way, has become a constant fight. A “War on (enter issue here)”.

Lets keep it shut. Turning all off. Fire everyone. It’s the American way. Rugged individualism. Corporations will self police for the bests interests of the consumer. They work more efficiently than Government anyway.

If these statements seem extreme or crazy or far-fetched to you, and you traditionally vote GOP, then you are a RINO. If you traditionally vote DEM, then you are a liberal-pinko communist.

If you agree with the statements above, then you are a true blooded, God fearing American.

(Shudder) We have failed our Country by not better educating our electorate. Pox on all our houses. We have the government we deserve.

Happy Thursday. Safe Travels.

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.