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Thursday, September 18, 2014 – Homeward Bound – trainspottingChicago


Good afternoon.
I’m on the 3:58PM out of the City.

I think John Cleese and Merv Griffin just sat next to me in the jump seat on this crowded train home.

The Python is in full modern-day mustachio-mode, with thinking gray hair, a gray beard, button-down tightly-patterned checkered shirt on a gray background, and black slacks that are too tight in the nether regions. He is not well endowed, or because of age and inactivity,  the whole package as ascended back into his lower torso for safekeeping.

I cannot make much of Merv except for his profile. Blonde with thinning hair, blue striped button down shirt and dark navy blue pants. Big backpack. He is napping uncomfortably, in a “Thinker” pose. His wedding ring is shiny and without blemish, connoting a late marriage or more likely a second or third marriage. Merv got freckles.

Also here are Floyd Merryweather, the Lorax, Corazon Aquino, Robert Blake, and Ari Fleischer. All are armed.

Happiness to you all.
Safe travels.

Thursday, March 27, 2014 – Inbound – trainspottingChicago



Good morning. On the drizzly and dank 7:35AM into the City. The NFI is two.

The attractive bucktoothed woman is back. Her hair is down. Her face has a strange mix of Jessica Alba and Alanis Morrisette. She’s wearing a denim jacket, brown leggings or skin-tight pants and boots. I am guessing, though I may be wrong, that there is a mini-skirt somewhere there. It would be in poor taste to check. She has her prerequisite thermos and black backpack. She’s on her iCrackerBot, pouting, which she then stashes in her bag. She is reading a book with a dustcover. The book is big with at least 600 pages, but she is near the end of the tale. She must be twenty-five or older.

Jane Alexander is back. She is chewing gum. That’s too bad. I find that watching someone chew gum is distasteful. It doesn’t enhance an adult’s natural beauty. Though, chewing gum could  be a coping mechanism for quitting smoking or impulsively talking out loud in the quiet car.

Up top, there is a nervous looking forty something pressing his fist, specifically the meaty side of the longest third of his index finger, to his front teeth as he looks out the window. He’s got a bit of a Jeff Goldblum mixed with Robert Blake with a Brian Seltzer rockabilly hairdo. Very post collegiate looking. V-neck sweater over baby-blue button down and navy blue slacks. I wonder what’s bothering him? Gonna get fired? Jonesing for more True Detective episodes? Knocked up a mistress? Who knows.

Also here are a young Alan Dulles, a Desi Jimmy Fallon, Ned Beatty from Deliverance, and Mean Joe Greene. All are armed.

Driving in tomorrow for site visits, but I’ll be here this afternoon.

Happy Thursday.  Safe travels.

Friday, February 14, 2014 – Homeward Bound – Valentine’s Day – trainspottingChicago


Good afternoon. On the unloved 2:30PM out of the City. The NFI is one.

I thought, since I would be home early, I’d find my favorite spot in the front car, with my back to the engine. So here I am. Really not the happiest group of commuters this afternoon. It’s Friday. It’s the day to fully express your affection for whomever. Or, reclaim an understanding of oneself. Yet I see a general… Meh… with this group.

For example, the fellow in front of me, one seat over, looks like Robert Blake. The widower and once suspect in the death of his wife, and former 70’s TV dick, is a total frowny face. Evidently he received no love from a girlfriend, his mom, a sister, a boyfriend, or anybody wishing him a Happy Valentine’s Day. Not even a  broadcast e-mail from the office pool, the desk Sargent, his CO, or the nice bail bonds folk at County lockup. Nobody loves this guy. He’s put his headphones on and is now listening to dirge music, or early Sinnead O’Connor.

I am sorry for the short post. I am getting phone calls again from headhunters and clients. I left early so I can take my children to a thing and then go home and watch movies with the missus. I was quite efficient this week!

Also here are Ira Glass, Ice T, Alex P. Keaton, Mr. Miyagi, and Lance Armstrong. All are armed.

Happiness to you. Spring is almost here. Snuggle. Safe travels.