Commuter Comments of the Metro North

The community of riders of the Metro North Railroad: almost a subculture, but not as cool. A lifestyle without personal imput. A public space without permanent location. Two hours a day spent in the rickety, expired, broken cars of the most expensive commuter rail in the country, carrying people from the richest zip codes in the US to New York City. It's pergatory. It's a silent sitcom. It is... the New Haven Line.

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Tuesday, August 17, 2004

The Smiling Sleeper

A one-way man came on this morning. I was sitting in a 5-seater. His dumpy self plopped down right across from me, next to a sharp businessman.

I noticed he was carrying the back of a computer; just the part with all the jacks. I've carried several rediculous things on that train (baskets, neon pillows, candleabras), but this seemed so out of place. Why just the back? Whatever.

Then he fell asleep and his bowl cut splashed down behind him and he had a big dopey gaping smile on his face as he slumbered the end.

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