I'm on an R train to work.
This is what's going on.
One of the free a.m. papers, Metro, boasts the headline "Yes They Did".
A woman standing near me is reading a hardcover by Alice Sebold (can't make out the title).
At 59th Street, there's no N train, so I remain seated on the R. The N pulls in, the guy next to me jumps up, and the Sebold reader sits, revealing she is reading The Lovely Bones.
Another headline: "A Tough Time to be a Young Republican". I think, "or an old one, too."
The train is packed and I know Melanie had problems commuting in this morning, with someone pulling the emergency brake on the train ahead of her in the tunnel. I wonder if I am experiencing the effects of that an hour or two later. Thursdays I go in late as I walk Shayna to school.
A woman here is reading a small green bible (Hebrews 3:4).
The BilliPod is playing "Bad Night" by Public Image Ltd.
A guy has a baseball cap that says "Rushin' River Outfitters Wilderness Wear".
A blind man drinks coffee that smells good. It smells like Denny's.
I don't do this often, but I entertain myself (and hopefully my readers) when I do.
At Pacific Street, we fill up a little more. I am now standing near someone reading a foreign language paper. I am trying to decide if it's Russian, Greek, or Polish, and I am leaning toward Polish. Strike that, Russian. The fine print that said "Russian Daily" tipped me off.
The guy behind me is reading The New Yorker. I miss that magazine, which I read religiously for a dozen years or so. I just ran out of time to read it.
The BilliPod is making up for the Garth Brooks by cleansing itself with metal, another Static X song called "Pieces". Rare to get back-to-back songs from the same artist on a 12,000+ track shuffle.
I'm on the Manhattan Bridge now.
Leaving Broadway-Lafayette. Will be getting off next at West 4th Street and switching for an 8th Ave train.
At West 4th I wait less than a minute for an A train. I actually snag a seat next to a young woman wearing an Obama "Hope" pin. People elsewhere in the country would not believe how many Obama pins we see here on a daily basis.
And she's reading his book "Dreams from My Father".
It's 8:58 (I started at 8:04) and since it is not raining, I won't cut through Penn Station, but walk around it, up 33rd Street to 7th Ave. The top of the Empire State Building is shrouded in clouds.
The New York Post's headline is "BAMELOT".
I am in the building, just a few minutes late, but hitting the bank shaved 15 minutes off of my lunch break.
Soundtrack for entering the office: Lucinda Williams' cover of the blues staple "Disgusted". The perfect song for starting work.
Thanks for accompanying me on my commute.