The Distinguished Gentleman

The silver-haired man next to me exuded success.  From the tasseled loafers to the cashmere overcoat he wore, I guessed he was an accountant, lawyer, or some political bigwig.  He traveled light.  He had one small briefcase and book which he immediately began to read after finding his seat next to me.  Always interested in what the most successful people are reading these days, I snuck a peak at the title thinking I might want to add it to my reading list.  Imagine my surprise when I discovered I had already read the book, though, and years ago too.  Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows isn't a book I think of as on the reading lists of the most successful people but I'm glad I know it is.  I guess now all I need to do is buy some tasseled loafers and a cashmere coat.

Self Employed

If I had a notion to operate my own business, I'd seriously consider opening a liquor store in a train station.  If the liquor store at Union Station is any indication, it's a sure way to get rich.  I've noticed that especially on Fridays there is an endless line of customers stocking up on their favorite adult beverage for the evening commute.  And, I admit, I have contributed to the owner's retirement fund myself, occasionally purchasing a nice Pinot Grigio or Chardonnay for the evening ride.  The clerks are always helpful, suggesting options and adding plastic glasses to your bag so you can share your purchase with a friend, which isn't surprising since that's a great way to get repeat business.  I'll have to keep that in mind, if I actually do decide to seek self employment.

Snow Bound

The winter storm advisory didn't deter Marc from making its runs this morning.  The roughly three inches of snow was no match for the train.  Still, I've noticed a lighter-than-normal passenger load this a.m.  I'm not sure whether people just couldn't get to the train stations in time or they simply decided to telework today in order to avoid the mess of trudging through the ice and snow.  I noticed though that the parking lot was cleared and the walks salted at the Aberdeen train station.  In fact, it was cleaned up enough for me to walk a few extra laps as I waited for my ride.  Sure I did it in snow boots rather than sneakers, but I did it nonetheless.  So no guilt today.

It's A New Year

Happy New Year, everyone!  Yes, I realize that it's January 5, but extended travel and bit of procrastination has prevented me from sending this annual wish to everyone until now.  Nonetheless, the wish is just as sincere as if it had arrived in a timely fashion, and here on the train people are hunkering down for the beginning of cold, long winter of riding.  In fact, if I didn't know better I would think people are using the January commute as a form of mini hibernation.  I notice more  people wrapped in blankets and scarves, nestled in for the two hour commute to the city.  Sleep, however, still eludes me so I've decided to use my January commuting time just for me.  I'm going to delve into a new book, catch up on some magazine reading and just simply enjoy the peace and quiet as we rumble along on these dark, frosty mornings.  It doesn't seem like a bad way to start the year.  I just wonder how long it will last?