<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:34:55.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures on the Light Rail</title><subtitle type='html'>Riding the light rail (regional transit) is an experience in the human condition; personalities and lives are on parade - and sometimes in your face.  As I travel to and from work on the train, in daylight and darkness, I listen and observe...
                                                        and I will share.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-910514901793467786</id><published>2010-05-13T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T15:32:14.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tight-Knit</title><content type='html'>This morning, sat next two two women, strangers, who were sewing and knitting. I inquired about the projects; the knitter was making a little cap for a friend's baby boy, the "sew-er" was stitching a bow on a first communion dress. I was amazed at their steady hands as the LR car shook down the tracks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-910514901793467786?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/910514901793467786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/05/tight-knit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/910514901793467786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/910514901793467786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/05/tight-knit.html' title='Tight-Knit'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-6799140041025473817</id><published>2010-05-13T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T15:30:49.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loud &amp; Begging on the Cell</title><content type='html'>The guy two seats in front of me was trying to pull out a tree stump earlier and fell into a stream with his phone in his pocket...and wants to know why his girlfriend isn't more sympathetic and doesn't have dinner ready!!! But can she give him a ride to work tomorrow, please, Babe? As usual, I know all of this now because the cell phone call echoes across the train car...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-6799140041025473817?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6799140041025473817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/05/loud-begging-on-cell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/6799140041025473817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/6799140041025473817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/05/loud-begging-on-cell.html' title='Loud &amp; Begging on the Cell'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-887168100378333078</id><published>2010-05-13T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T15:29:09.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Meet All Kinds...</title><content type='html'>It's standing room only on the train this morning...and the guy sitting "below" me has a bike chain lock around his neck, spindly, wild teeth that look like the Grinch's when he smiles, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head when he asked me, "what time is it in our world here?" Interesting fellow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-887168100378333078?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/887168100378333078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-meet-all-kinds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/887168100378333078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/887168100378333078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-meet-all-kinds.html' title='You Meet All Kinds...'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-2495819622609153359</id><published>2010-05-13T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T15:27:54.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!6th Street Station:  Transfer Point Between Humanity &amp; Insanity</title><content type='html'>If there is a regional transit-place where cultures, tastes, habits - AND dysfunctions - mix, it is the 16th st. LR station downtown. Riders waiting to go east - and south; smoking cigars, dancing to an internal beat, arguing with a mate, chugging an energy drink...and even sending a big ol' hocking loogie to the pavement to mark one's territory! 16th st station is the crossroads of humanity and insanity...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-2495819622609153359?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2495819622609153359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/05/6th-street-station-transfer-point.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/2495819622609153359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/2495819622609153359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/05/6th-street-station-transfer-point.html' title='!6th Street Station:  Transfer Point Between Humanity &amp; Insanity'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-6739644917304564834</id><published>2010-05-13T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T15:25:23.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First, a Boy and a Girl Love Each Other...</title><content type='html'>Precious young mother sitting w/ 2 toddler boys, talking about motherhood: "We had this one first, and then we had this one 6 months later.". "SIX months later?," I ask. "Yeah, 6 months. He's younger." I say, "Well, they USUALLY come 9 months apart." "Oh yeah. 9 months, I guess," she shrugs. "I don't really remember." Lord, watch out for this little girl + her little ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-6739644917304564834?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6739644917304564834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-boy-and-girl-love-each-other.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/6739644917304564834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/6739644917304564834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-boy-and-girl-love-each-other.html' title='First, a Boy and a Girl Love Each Other...'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-6308817699055109303</id><published>2010-05-13T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T15:23:16.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wired for Transit</title><content type='html'>The guy sitting next to me is listening to his iPod, alternately texting and taking calls on his cell phone, and reading what appears to be (as I look over his shoulder) a Sue Grafton novel...on his Kindle! A 21st century man right there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-6308817699055109303?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6308817699055109303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/05/wired-for-transit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/6308817699055109303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/6308817699055109303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/05/wired-for-transit.html' title='Wired for Transit'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-8076997820490649574</id><published>2010-05-13T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T15:22:06.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Rail Literaries</title><content type='html'>I LOVE doing a census of what people are reading on the train - a quick eye sweep shows books from Clive Cussler, Dean Koontz, Dr. Oz, the Daily Guideposts, and the lady next to me is reading an old library book called "Women + the Conquest of California." The chapter she is on is entitled, "Ladies Evangelizing While Crossing the Plains.". I'm reading along over her shoulder... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-8076997820490649574?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/8076997820490649574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/05/light-rail-literaries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/8076997820490649574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/8076997820490649574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/05/light-rail-literaries.html' title='Light Rail Literaries'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-990100902051513604</id><published>2010-05-13T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T15:20:28.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Аргумент перехода</title><content type='html'>A couple got on w/their bikes, sat across from each other and commenced arguing w/ each other (in what sounds like Russian), pushing their bikes against one other with each emphatic word. But in the last 15 mins, they must have made up, because bikes are together now, and the couple is now sitting next to each other, hugging and kissing. Ah, relationships...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-990100902051513604?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/990100902051513604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/990100902051513604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/990100902051513604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='Аргумент перехода'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-2690835433120942220</id><published>2010-05-13T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T15:17:53.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urban Bonding</title><content type='html'>I slump into my aisle seat, just bone tired and frustrated...but then I am cheerfully engaged by Michelle!, a homesick college student who went to class today, danced, went shopping, and LOVES Keith Urban ("no one understands my music!", she says) She really wants me to listen to his songs on her i-Pod. So we listen together with her ear buds. She is very sweet. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-2690835433120942220?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2690835433120942220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/05/urban-bonding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/2690835433120942220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/2690835433120942220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/05/urban-bonding.html' title='Urban Bonding'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-3739095953611861198</id><published>2010-05-13T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T15:16:17.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having Cares...and No One Caring</title><content type='html'>I noticed her last Friday and she was on again this AM, across from me - a woman sobbing quietly into her Starbucks coffee mug. Today I ask if she is okay, and we talk - tales of broken relationships with family, and feeling like no one cares. And she wants to run away, she says. It's interesting what you can learn about someone in an intimate conversation with a stranger. I do believe the true opposite of all emotion is...apathy. That seems to hurt us the most, sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-3739095953611861198?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3739095953611861198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/05/having-caresand-no-one-caring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/3739095953611861198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/3739095953611861198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/05/having-caresand-no-one-caring.html' title='Having Cares...and No One Caring'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-951171961200386864</id><published>2010-05-13T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T15:12:01.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocked &amp; Loaded</title><content type='html'>Young kid - clearly not in his right mind - wedges door open to get on train, and is running up and down aisle "shooting people" with his cocked thumb and then "shooting himself in the temple each time. And then screaming out loud each time. I notice he has very long smooth fingernails. Manicured or not, we're pressing the "emergency button" on this dude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-951171961200386864?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/951171961200386864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/05/cocked-loaded.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/951171961200386864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/951171961200386864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/05/cocked-loaded.html' title='Cocked &amp; Loaded'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-7739632985303661538</id><published>2010-05-13T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T15:09:26.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In-Security</title><content type='html'>Talking to Derek, wearing dark glasses, carrying a cane, security guard on disability. His life is all about SECURITY. He says he did security on the set of Denzel Washington's first movie ("I helped Denzel get his career started but he doesn't remember that"), and loves George Bush because "his first priority was SECURITY!" :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-7739632985303661538?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7739632985303661538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-security.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/7739632985303661538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/7739632985303661538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-security.html' title='In-Security'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-4971373409974787019</id><published>2010-05-13T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T14:06:55.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT!</title><content type='html'>The lady who reads the newspaper out loud is on the train AGAIN this morning! She cracks me up. THIS morning she is also "taking calls from listeners," soliciting other riders' opinions on the news of the day. Don't need to read the headlines myself with her around, tho her Fox News slant on today's report is not balanced journalism...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-4971373409974787019?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/4971373409974787019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/05/extra-extra-read-all-about-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/4971373409974787019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/4971373409974787019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/05/extra-extra-read-all-about-it.html' title='EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT!'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-1401651799901390366</id><published>2010-04-13T21:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:49:34.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who IS That Guy?</title><content type='html'>There is a guy across the aisle from me who looks at me, smiles and waves. He's done it 4 times now. smiles...waves. smiles...waves. Says nothing. I stopped waving the 2nd time. Asked him his name-doesn't respond. There he goes again. smile...wave. Don't know where this is leading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-1401651799901390366?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1401651799901390366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/04/who-is-that-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/1401651799901390366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/1401651799901390366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/04/who-is-that-guy.html' title='Who IS That Guy?'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-3803182445214762600</id><published>2010-04-13T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:49:02.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Railers</title><content type='html'>I notice there is a woman down a few seats who closes her eyes and crosses herself every time we depart from a station. And considering we just SLAMMMED TO A HALT at 59th street, maybe I should be more prayerful, too... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-3803182445214762600?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3803182445214762600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/04/holy-railers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/3803182445214762600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/3803182445214762600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/04/holy-railers.html' title='Holy Railers'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-1274711499504943312</id><published>2010-04-13T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:48:26.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to Sing Against All Odds</title><content type='html'>A guy just got on the train singing, of all things, the song from the 80's movie "Against All Odds"!! "...SO TAAHK UH LEWK AHT ME NAAOOW...IT'S JUUHST AN EEHMPTY SPUHAACE.." and, of course, singing it miserably off-key. If he segues into "Footloose," I'm getting off at the next stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-1274711499504943312?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1274711499504943312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/04/trying-to-sing-against-all-odds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/1274711499504943312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/1274711499504943312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/04/trying-to-sing-against-all-odds.html' title='Trying to Sing Against All Odds'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-5275691511063946690</id><published>2010-04-13T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:47:20.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Not Mah Daddy...</title><content type='html'>Isaac's 11th birthday party is tonight; his mom is mad that his (EXPLETIVE)-ING FATHER WON'T BE THERE...and so she is going to invite her HOT MALE CO-WORKER instead, because she won't be able to stand ALL THOSE KIDS without a man around! I know all of this, of course, because Isaac's mom's cell phone conv. is there for all of u to hear and enjoy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-5275691511063946690?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/5275691511063946690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/04/thats-not-mah-daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/5275691511063946690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/5275691511063946690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/04/thats-not-mah-daddy.html' title='That&apos;s Not Mah Daddy...'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-8736972401404455299</id><published>2010-04-13T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:46:30.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The iPod That Unites</title><content type='html'>Two young women, sharing a set of iPod ear buds, quietly sing with each other, sometimes giggling. The words they sing are in a different language, but the fun of watching them enjoy each other...is universal. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-8736972401404455299?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/8736972401404455299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/04/ipod-that-unites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/8736972401404455299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/8736972401404455299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/04/ipod-that-unites.html' title='The iPod That Unites'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-545007614317291368</id><published>2010-04-13T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:45:51.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The City or the Animal?</title><content type='html'>Two loud guys with probably 4 teeth between them (not judging, just observing!)sharing Easter plans. "Hey, I'm gonna go visit my old lady and my daughter down in Chinchilla!" "You mean CHOWchilla, you fool!" "Uh, yeah, I'm goin' there, too!" I'm laughin'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-545007614317291368?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/545007614317291368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/04/city-or-animal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/545007614317291368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/545007614317291368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/04/city-or-animal.html' title='The City or the Animal?'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-8875645486203461696</id><published>2010-04-13T21:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:44:30.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Americans!!!</title><content type='html'>The "headline announcer lady" is on again this morning (the woman who reads the newspaper headlines and stories out of the newspaper, like a female Paul Harvey). Except there aren't that many people on the train this morning so her Arbitron share of # of people listening in, is low...Good Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-8875645486203461696?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/8875645486203461696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-americans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/8875645486203461696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/8875645486203461696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-americans.html' title='Hello Americans!!!'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-7850179456033852390</id><published>2010-04-13T21:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:43:48.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting For Simon Cowell</title><content type='html'>A girl, sitting nearby, rocking to her music, all of a sudden stands up and sings out, in this shrill, a-tonal voice- "BECAWZ AV YEEW...AH'LL NEVER STRAAY TOOO FAHR FRAHM DA SAAHDWAAK.." And then sits down. Wow. Don't think you're goin' to Hollywood, baby...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-7850179456033852390?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7850179456033852390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/04/waiting-for-simon-cowell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/7850179456033852390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/7850179456033852390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/04/waiting-for-simon-cowell.html' title='Waiting For Simon Cowell'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-5781544124845066853</id><published>2010-04-13T21:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:42:58.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Bananas</title><content type='html'>At 16th St. station -A woman with a Chiquita Banana sticker on her forehead and a backpack with a big ol' stuffed bunny in it, just sat down next to me CRYING, BEGGING me to help her find a ticket for the train because she wants to "go to mah home!" I helped her get a ticket: she is now cussing at security for some reason. The reality show that is public transit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-5781544124845066853?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/5781544124845066853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/04/shes-bananas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/5781544124845066853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/5781544124845066853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/04/shes-bananas.html' title='She&apos;s Bananas'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-1830841828871478479</id><published>2010-04-13T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:42:17.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rail Veteran</title><content type='html'>Having a fascinating little chat with Allen, a Vietnam vet who says he lost his three fingers in some sort of incursion near his base at Cam Rahn Bay in the 60s (he shows me his hand). He is proud, as he should be. And now he falls back to sleep in the seat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-1830841828871478479?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1830841828871478479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/04/rail-veteran.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/1830841828871478479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/1830841828871478479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/04/rail-veteran.html' title='Rail Veteran'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-3465198407476023455</id><published>2010-04-13T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:41:46.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transit Singers</title><content type='html'>Once again, one girl next to me, 2 across the aisle, upper bodies gyrating and singing to the R+B beat of the loud, tinny music coming from one girl's cell phone. Like being in the middle of a Destiny's Child jam session. They are actually pretty good! I'm too old to take up the invitation to gyrate with them, tho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-3465198407476023455?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3465198407476023455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/04/transit-singers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/3465198407476023455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/3465198407476023455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/04/transit-singers.html' title='Transit Singers'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-256754559057245215</id><published>2010-04-13T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:40:02.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Have a Universal Reputation</title><content type='html'>Sitting next to the window, surrounded by three women chatting quietly in Spanish, with an ocassional unison giggle between them. If I am understanding correctly, they are talking about boyfriends and crazy husbands. Enjoying being a fly on the wall at this bi-lingual chat ... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-256754559057245215?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/256754559057245215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/04/men-have-universal-reputation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/256754559057245215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/256754559057245215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/04/men-have-universal-reputation.html' title='Men Have a Universal Reputation'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-4624481676335820059</id><published>2010-04-13T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:38:46.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song &amp; Smokes</title><content type='html'>There was a guy waitng at our station smoking like a chimney - now that he's on the train, he's phglem-coughing like crazy. If only he could cough in time to the music blaring from the headphones of the girl across from me...then we'd have a little transit percussion happening. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-4624481676335820059?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/4624481676335820059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/04/song-smokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/4624481676335820059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/4624481676335820059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/04/song-smokes.html' title='Song &amp; Smokes'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-6554928030070810355</id><published>2010-03-21T19:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:41:01.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonderful Thing About Tiggers...</title><content type='html'>Sitting at 16th St station, watching a guy, wearing a TIGGER Backpack with a wooden snake on his belt, dance and leap on the train tracks! He says, pointing to folks, "I'm gonna dance for you and you (and to young woman) and ESPECIALLY you!" The young woman says," Oh HELL no-you ain't dancin' for me..." The guy bows, and just about gets hit wby the train coming from the other direction.  It's Friday on the transit....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-6554928030070810355?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6554928030070810355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/wonderful-thing-about-tiggers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/6554928030070810355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/6554928030070810355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/wonderful-thing-about-tiggers.html' title='The Wonderful Thing About Tiggers...'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-4690932383305598004</id><published>2010-03-21T19:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:39:36.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me My Space!</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting casual on train, with my knee on the seat, reading. Big guy talking on his phone comes up to me, SNAPS HIS FINGERS, pushes my knee off and says "I'm sittin' here now." I retort- "You ARE? I don't think so. Keep your hands to yourself!!" He moves to the next seat and is still glaring at me with a look of death, as I type this. This may not end well... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-4690932383305598004?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/4690932383305598004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/give-me-my-space.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/4690932383305598004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/4690932383305598004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/give-me-my-space.html' title='Give Me My Space!'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-4821442563284137119</id><published>2010-03-21T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:38:40.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sign of the Cat (g-r-r-r-o-w-l-l-l)</title><content type='html'>The woman who just sat down next to me this early morn, I SWEAR, has leopard spot tatoos on her leg! I can see it thru the holes in her jeans. It could just be leggings, but it SURE looks like tatoo. I can see the wrinkles of skin in the ink. Hard to tell exactly at this angle. Tryingnottostare, tryingnottostare, tryingnottostare...but I gotta know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-4821442563284137119?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/4821442563284137119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/sign-of-cat-g-r-r-r-o-w-l-l-l.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/4821442563284137119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/4821442563284137119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/sign-of-cat-g-r-r-r-o-w-l-l-l.html' title='The Sign of the Cat (g-r-r-r-o-w-l-l-l)'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-3037602197966775452</id><published>2010-03-21T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:37:26.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Faith</title><content type='html'>Approached by a young man named Jamiel, who is from South-Central LA, in drug recovery, trying to find a job and "looking for God to find the right woman for him." He wanted someone to pray with him...so we got off the LR at 16th...and we prayed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-3037602197966775452?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3037602197966775452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/3037602197966775452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/3037602197966775452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-faith.html' title='Random Faith'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-4272200946025228301</id><published>2010-03-21T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:36:27.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Tunes</title><content type='html'>There's a guy here at the LR station with a big radio shaped like an ice chest, blaring his music across the tracks. Wait a minute-it IS an ice chest! With a radio built into it! Cool! Loud and annoying...but cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-4272200946025228301?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/4272200946025228301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/cool-tunes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/4272200946025228301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/4272200946025228301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/cool-tunes.html' title='Cool Tunes'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-3183727607477862732</id><published>2010-03-21T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:35:31.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you hear a tone in your left ear, raise your left hand...</title><content type='html'>There's a guy who has his i-Pod hooked up to a pair of those old, square, brown headphones that they used to use when they gave us hearing tests in school, or when we listened to tapes in the library. Never thought they ranked in sound quality, but he seems to like them; he's rockin' out in the pre-dawn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-3183727607477862732?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3183727607477862732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-hear-tone-in-your-left-ear-raise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/3183727607477862732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/3183727607477862732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-hear-tone-in-your-left-ear-raise.html' title='If you hear a tone in your left ear, raise your left hand...'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-1970110003044749326</id><published>2010-03-13T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T15:45:08.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Talk to Your MOTHER With That Mouth?</title><content type='html'>Two middle school(?)-aged girls are by the train door talking a fast mess of profanity-laced smack about their peers - "OMG! She is such a (blank)(blank) little d**che bag!" "Oh, I know! And he likes her and he's a (blank) (blank) d***chebag, too!" ...I turn and tell them to keep it down: That request did not go over well with the pint-sized mean queens. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-1970110003044749326?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1970110003044749326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-you-talk-to-your-mother-with-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/1970110003044749326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/1970110003044749326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-you-talk-to-your-mother-with-that.html' title='Do You Talk to Your MOTHER With That Mouth?'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-6495525386445607016</id><published>2010-03-09T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T18:18:39.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bond That Unites</title><content type='html'>Two guys, who appear to be strangers, sitting near each other, notice that they are wearing identical (same color, style) pullover winter caps! One guy saunters over to the other and says, "Nice HAT." They laugh and introduce themselves. An offer to share a smoke later is accepted. Friendships created on public transit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-6495525386445607016?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6495525386445607016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/bond-that-unites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/6495525386445607016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/6495525386445607016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/bond-that-unites.html' title='The Bond That Unites'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-1165988903673047768</id><published>2010-03-08T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T10:26:32.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lipstick on a...</title><content type='html'>Yet another instance of a woman sitting across from me applying make up, while also balancing a bouquet of lillies on her lap. While I try not to stare, she sees me observing her and asks, "It's not helping, is it?" :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-1165988903673047768?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1165988903673047768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/lipstick-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/1165988903673047768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/1165988903673047768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/lipstick-on.html' title='Lipstick on a...'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-5911605935574578996</id><published>2010-03-08T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T10:25:37.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm On the Outside Looking In...</title><content type='html'>The young woman sitting across from me, Melissa, sees me on my BB and asks me if I can get her a job. She is crying-hasn't had work in 2 years. Says she is "...tired of being on the outside of life, and I want to be on the inside." She was very sweet, and earnest. Insisted I take her number. Wish I could help her. Maybe I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-5911605935574578996?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/5911605935574578996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-on-outside-looking-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/5911605935574578996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/5911605935574578996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-on-outside-looking-in.html' title='I&apos;m On the Outside Looking In...'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-6245953117431436701</id><published>2010-03-02T14:49:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:50:57.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Like Totally, WhatEVER...That's Hella-Bad</title><content type='html'>Two young girls on the home-bound train: "You always say 'ya know' everytime you talk!" "No I don't! I never say 'ya know'!" "Yes you do! I should make a video of you doing it!" "Ya know, that's really rude when--" "SEE? You just said it AGAIN!" Girl turns away from her friend, pouting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-6245953117431436701?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6245953117431436701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-like-totally-whateverthats-hella-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/6245953117431436701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/6245953117431436701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-like-totally-whateverthats-hella-bad.html' title='I&apos;m Like Totally, WhatEVER...That&apos;s Hella-Bad'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-2613840911212997781</id><published>2010-03-02T14:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:49:55.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Up is Hard to Do...But Worth Sharing With the World</title><content type='html'>Someone has written on the train window - in deep red lipstick - "COCO NO LONGER LOVES SNOWFLAKE."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-2613840911212997781?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2613840911212997781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/breaking-up-is-hard-to-dobut-worth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/2613840911212997781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/2613840911212997781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/breaking-up-is-hard-to-dobut-worth.html' title='Breaking Up is Hard to Do...But Worth Sharing With the World'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-6590168472807758820</id><published>2010-03-02T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:49:05.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooked on Sweets</title><content type='html'>Proclamation from a man sitting on the train and nervously chomping candy out of a wet paper bag: "I used to be addicted to drugs...now I'm addicted to SKITTLES!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-6590168472807758820?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6590168472807758820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/hooked-on-sweets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/6590168472807758820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/6590168472807758820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/hooked-on-sweets.html' title='Hooked on Sweets'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-752158219837365327</id><published>2010-03-02T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:48:05.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strummin' My Pain With His Fingers...</title><content type='html'>The young man sitting next to me ("Crazy Nate") has pulled out his guitar and is giving us an toe-tapping, acoustic performance ("My girl...whoa-whoa...my girl. Not even the words of this song will reach out to you from me..."). He's actually pretty good.  Crazy Nate says his goal in life is to keep playing his guitar so he doesn't go crazy and rob a bank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-752158219837365327?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/752158219837365327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/strummin-my-pain-with-his-fingers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/752158219837365327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/752158219837365327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/strummin-my-pain-with-his-fingers.html' title='Strummin&apos; My Pain With His Fingers...'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-6806877518027016801</id><published>2010-03-02T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:46:48.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Hearts and Hallways</title><content type='html'>Cellphone conversations I can't HELP but overhear as i ride the train today: Guy pleading with girl to forgive him for missing Valentine's Day ("Baby, sorry I forgot your flowers and candy, baby. You're my valentine EVERY day, baby")...and other guy aruging about his home remodel ("The &lt;expletive&gt;color of the tile in the entryway HAS to match the color in the hallway!!!") Dueling priorities on the rails...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-6806877518027016801?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6806877518027016801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/broken-hearts-and-hallways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/6806877518027016801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/6806877518027016801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/broken-hearts-and-hallways.html' title='Broken Hearts and Hallways'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-5415811111947913162</id><published>2010-03-02T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:45:23.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Sad to Listen, Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>Listening to a guy on the phone, a parolee, as he finds out he has to move out of his new apt. today - after only 3 days there - because he didn't list his past felonies on the rental application. He's now panicked, trying to contact his attny. to see if he can get his security deposit back and his stuff out. Sad what things you can overhear sometimes, riding the train...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-5415811111947913162?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/5415811111947913162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-sad-to-listen-sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/5415811111947913162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/5415811111947913162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-sad-to-listen-sometimes.html' title='It&apos;s Sad to Listen, Sometimes...'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-1791112420803901937</id><published>2010-03-02T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:44:09.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We don't care (Kiss-Kiss) How Odd it Looks (Kiss-Kiss)</title><content type='html'>There is a couple sitting nearby me on the train who are making out FEVERISHLY, totally oblivious (ah, love) to the stares of all of the rest of us sitting nearby. HE looks about 20; SHE looks about 50, which makes it akwardly interesting to watch, in a Jerry Springer-ish kind of way. Wonder if they'll keep this up until the end of the line...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-1791112420803901937?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1791112420803901937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-dont-care-kiss-kiss-how-odd-it-looks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/1791112420803901937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/1791112420803901937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-dont-care-kiss-kiss-how-odd-it-looks.html' title='We don&apos;t care (Kiss-Kiss) How Odd it Looks (Kiss-Kiss)'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-1418582457941722743</id><published>2010-03-02T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:41:54.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lift Your Glasses To My New Life Plan!</title><content type='html'>Woman on the Light Rail talking to her friends - "First I'm goin' to school, then I'm gonna get a job, and then...I'm gonna start goin' to church! But I gotta stop drinkin' so much Jack Daniels every day...God doesn't like that!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-1418582457941722743?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1418582457941722743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/lift-your-glasses-to-my-new-life-plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/1418582457941722743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/1418582457941722743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/lift-your-glasses-to-my-new-life-plan.html' title='Lift Your Glasses To My New Life Plan!'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-5472660854845906564</id><published>2010-03-02T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:40:34.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God No Bald Spot!</title><content type='html'>Young guy walks right up to my seat on the train, RUNS HIS HANDS QUICKLY THRU MY HAIR (!!!) and says "I love your hair and your beard! You should be the 'after' picture on a 'Rogaine For Men' bottle!!" I'm flattered.  But I'm more SHOCKE than flattered.  People are unbelievable... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-5472660854845906564?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/5472660854845906564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/thank-god-no-bald-spot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/5472660854845906564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/5472660854845906564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/03/thank-god-no-bald-spot.html' title='Thank God No Bald Spot!'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-2680631400372460574</id><published>2010-02-01T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:27:37.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Train Deaf</title><content type='html'>The guy sitting next to me is listening to the music on his headphones SO LOUD, I can feel his SKULL rattle! It's loud enough that I could sing along, if I knew the words...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-2680631400372460574?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2680631400372460574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/02/train-deaf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/2680631400372460574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/2680631400372460574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/02/train-deaf.html' title='Train Deaf'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-2118952025042138676</id><published>2010-02-01T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:26:33.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Phone Comedy</title><content type='html'>4 women, sitting next to/across from each other, each one talking on a cell phone and giving each other dirty looks and yelling because they can't hear who is on their own phone...because they are each talking too loudly for the others to hear. It's comical!!!!! ("talk lower!" "what?" "shut up!" "YOU shut up!" "WHAT?")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-2118952025042138676?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2118952025042138676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/02/cell-phone-comedy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/2118952025042138676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/2118952025042138676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/02/cell-phone-comedy.html' title='Cell Phone Comedy'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-2155845806418775849</id><published>2010-02-01T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:25:19.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rappin' on th Rails</title><content type='html'>Young man starts "serenading" ME with a rap song! The song apparently goes: "I've been locked up a long time-I've been locked up a long, LONG time!" He is dancing mid-train and belting it out, and looking at me for approval. Then he stops mid-dance and says, "I'm not drunk, ya know..." Simon Cowell, where are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-2155845806418775849?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2155845806418775849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/02/rappin-on-th-rails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/2155845806418775849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/2155845806418775849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/02/rappin-on-th-rails.html' title='Rappin&apos; on th Rails'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-3023562584685774399</id><published>2010-02-01T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T15:55:21.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance, Horror, and the Bard</title><content type='html'>It's mercifully quiet on the train this morning. A lot of heads buried in paperbacks. I see two Rosamunde Pilcher novels, one Maeve Binchy, a student reading Stephen King...and a lady with purplish hair reading Hamlet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-3023562584685774399?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3023562584685774399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/02/roman-horror-and-bard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/3023562584685774399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/3023562584685774399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/02/roman-horror-and-bard.html' title='Romance, Horror, and the Bard'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-9209208845771707604</id><published>2010-02-01T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:23:10.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biker B--ch</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting close to the door at rear of train. Other riders/bikes near me. Girl gets on with bike and INSISTS I move out of my seat so she can sit next to her bike! Normally an overly- accommodating soul, she picked the WRONG day/night to push me. I'm not moving. We argue. She's in my face. Security intervenes. Brian-1, irrational bike rider-0. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-9209208845771707604?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/9209208845771707604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/02/biker-b-ch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/9209208845771707604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/9209208845771707604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/02/biker-b-ch.html' title='Biker B--ch'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-6535678788699224625</id><published>2010-02-01T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:21:29.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"People on this train are CRAZY!"</title><content type='html'>Takes a lot of nerve: Older man is stepping very sl-o-o-wly off of the train at 59th St. Lady behind him turns around and shouts in his ear, " HURRY IT UP! YER SLOWIN' DOWN THE TRAIN! I GOTTA CATCH MAH BUS!" He is startled by her sharp yell, and he stumbles out the door. She turns back and sees us staring at her; she says "PEOPLE ON THIS TRAIN ARE CRAZY!!" Really? No kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-6535678788699224625?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6535678788699224625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/02/people-on-this-train-are-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/6535678788699224625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/6535678788699224625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/02/people-on-this-train-are-crazy.html' title='&quot;People on this train are CRAZY!&quot;'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-7170791509693371240</id><published>2010-01-16T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T13:58:04.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance on the Rails</title><content type='html'>Young man sits alone near me, holding a bouquet of small pink roses, talking on his cell phone. His girlfriend (I assume) gets on at 16th street, sees him and sits down. He gives her the roses. She is happy and hugs him. They chatter. Sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-7170791509693371240?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7170791509693371240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-train.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/7170791509693371240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/7170791509693371240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-train.html' title='Romance on the Rails'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-5341307202346018635</id><published>2010-01-15T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T06:38:44.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Transit Party</title><content type='html'>There's a party in car 229A tonight! Music blarin', people yelling and singing. Guy just came and stood above me and said "YOU LOOK LIKE A BANKER! WILL YOU BE MY BANKER?". "Nope. Not a Banker," I said. Guy says to other riders: "THIS GUY IS MY BANKER!" Applause erupts in train! Guy sits ...down. Party continues.  !?!?! Friends, I wish I had the imagination to make this stuff up... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-5341307202346018635?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/5341307202346018635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-transit-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/5341307202346018635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/5341307202346018635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-transit-party.html' title='Random Transit Party'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-6089708427917838168</id><published>2010-01-12T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T09:02:25.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father/Daughter Ride</title><content type='html'>Little girl, with her Tinkerbell backpack and "princess" umbrella, suggled up with her dad on a seat, together. Both asleep, swaying with the gyrations of the train. If I could take a foto of this moment w/o violating privacy, I would. In a "venue" where I often see chaos and nonsense, the sight of a dad and daughter connected to each other is a gentle reassurance. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-6089708427917838168?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6089708427917838168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/01/fatherdaughter-ride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/6089708427917838168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/6089708427917838168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/01/fatherdaughter-ride.html' title='Father/Daughter Ride'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-7761442427812019354</id><published>2010-01-12T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T09:00:59.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Talking TOO LOUD?  OHMIGOD!  SHUTUP!</title><content type='html'>Teenager. Cell phone. Loud. "...OhmyGod! Rilly? Shutup! NO! Rilly? RILLY? Shutup! OhmyGod! Shutup! ShutUP! NO! Rilly? OhmyGodshutup! Rilly? No! Shutup!" Approximate conversation running time: 7 mins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-7761442427812019354?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7761442427812019354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-talking-too-loud-ohmigod-shutup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/7761442427812019354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/7761442427812019354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-talking-too-loud-ohmigod-shutup.html' title='I&apos;m Talking TOO LOUD?  OHMIGOD!  SHUTUP!'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-8151420842284456631</id><published>2010-01-08T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T14:06:48.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syrupy Endearments</title><content type='html'>Lady gets on at 65th, sits next to me. Wants to talk. Shows me photos of her grandkids. Gets off at 16th and says "thanks for listening, pancake." ...Pancake? Never heard that term of endearment before. I'll consider it a compliment until I'm told otherwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-8151420842284456631?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/8151420842284456631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/01/syrupy-endearments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/8151420842284456631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/8151420842284456631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/01/syrupy-endearments.html' title='Syrupy Endearments'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-4352908362392847391</id><published>2010-01-08T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T14:03:55.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Train Trikes</title><content type='html'>LAST Adventure on Light Rail for 2009: on this NY Eve, I'm counting NINE bicycles and their riders in the front of this car! Lots of jostling metal, rubber...and me. :) Happy New Year!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-4352908362392847391?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/4352908362392847391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/01/train-trikes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/4352908362392847391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/4352908362392847391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2010/01/train-trikes.html' title='Train Trikes'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-4753742256388459232</id><published>2009-12-28T09:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T09:53:13.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Jeweled</title><content type='html'>Last week it was watching a young woman apply make-up over a 20 min period; this morning I am watching a girl apply many diamond studs to her ears. 8 in each ear, I count; keeps them in a little blue box. insert, clip; insert, clip. now her ears sparkle and glisten in the morning light!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-4753742256388459232?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/4753742256388459232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2009/12/be-jeweled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/4753742256388459232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/4753742256388459232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2009/12/be-jeweled.html' title='Be Jeweled'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-3845191085395575637</id><published>2009-12-28T09:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T09:51:57.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Off at a Different Stop in Life</title><content type='html'>Conversation overheard on the train: "Oh, I've learned, now. I want to get a job and make money the right way and live a right life, instead of sellin' drugs, winding up in prison, and losing my baby." On this Friday before Christmas...amen to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-3845191085395575637?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3845191085395575637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2009/12/getting-off-at-different-stop-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/3845191085395575637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/3845191085395575637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2009/12/getting-off-at-different-stop-in-life.html' title='Getting Off at a Different Stop in Life'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-7917497788766755992</id><published>2009-12-28T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T09:50:52.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transit Greeting</title><content type='html'>UNNERVING Adventures on the Light Rail - attempting to board train when a crazed man inside jumped in front of the door and yelled "YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE! GET THE (expletive) OFF OF HERE! YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE! GET THE (expletive) OFF OF HERE! So thought of my own skin and stepped back down on the street. and will call transit police to let them know that the ambassador of car # 123 is NOT doing his job correctly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-7917497788766755992?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7917497788766755992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2009/12/transit-greeting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/7917497788766755992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/7917497788766755992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2009/12/transit-greeting.html' title='Transit Greeting'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-8023125731019229808</id><published>2009-12-28T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T09:49:18.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Complexion</title><content type='html'>Young lady across from me on the train got on at same stop and has been applying make-up since she sat down. Eyeliner on the lashes, some color on the lids and brows(?), lip gloss...and now more eyeliner. And now rouge and more lip gloss. I am watching the "morphing" of a face! Fascinating..., even to a father of daughters! Poor thing-her pencils and tubes keep sliding all over the seat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-8023125731019229808?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/8023125731019229808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2009/12/morning-complexion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/8023125731019229808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/8023125731019229808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2009/12/morning-complexion.html' title='Morning Complexion'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-7063751337758201368</id><published>2009-12-09T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T08:50:01.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning News Headlines</title><content type='html'>Adventures on the Light Rail - woman with newspaper in her hand, reading the headlines out LOUD to us, and then commenting on the stories, like a female Paul Harvey! Don't have to read the paper myself, I'll just tune in to HER station! Good Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-7063751337758201368?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7063751337758201368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-top-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/7063751337758201368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/7063751337758201368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-top-story.html' title='Morning News Headlines'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-6028663845459770007</id><published>2009-12-07T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T08:41:55.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tis the Season to be Jolly..."</title><content type='html'>After nearly 20 years (off and on)of riding light rail, I guess I am overly sensitive when train breakdowns and delays happen on the system.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I started riding the train again into work earlier this year, the problems have been minimal, but this morning's drama was especially frustrating.  Bad weather in the area apparently led to a stalled train on the tracks downtown, and so in-coming trains were delayed at several stops for several minutes, and at 29th street, we all had to "disembark" and catch a bus that would take us into downtown via P street, and hopefully drop us off "as close to" our destinations as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting off of the train at 29th there was HUGE crowd waiting to get on the buses, and like a bunch of extras from "The Towering Inferno," once a bus pulled up and opened its doors, people started shoving and crowding onto the bus. One short gentleman with a red suitcase started plowing thru the crowd to get on the bus.  This upset eveyone else near him and a shouting match and a scuffle started near the bus door.  One man started hitting and pushing the short guy and while he WAS being obnoxious, he didn;t deserve to be pummeled, so I got into it a bit with the lead guy shoving him and, well...it was just not a pleasant way to start a Monday.  Embarrassing to see our fellow human beings overreact like that. We're not evacuating a building, people - we're getting on a bus!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus - packed with ex-train riders - tempers were still flaring, people were making alternative plans and thinking of alternate routes.  Probably a lot of folks didn't make it to school or into the office on time.  Finally got to work myself a little more than an hour AFTER I first got onto the train in the early morning...normally a 25 min ride and walk.  That's life on the Light Rail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing as unsettling as sitting on a light rail train that is idle, waiting or stalled, going nowhere, realizing you have someplace to be at a certain time...and you can do nothing about it.  But wait.  And wait.  It is a feeling of total powerlessness.  One just has to take a deep breath, and be willing to surrender to the mercy of someone else's schedule.  Or get into a fight about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-6028663845459770007?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6028663845459770007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2009/12/tis-season-to-be-jolly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/6028663845459770007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/6028663845459770007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2009/12/tis-season-to-be-jolly.html' title='&quot;Tis the Season to be Jolly...&quot;'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-2836736246880062160</id><published>2009-12-07T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T12:55:13.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't hold a gun to Mother Nature</title><content type='html'>Adventures on the Light Rail - Guy on cell phone; "Did you get white stuff on the ground last night? Well, WE didn't!! It better snow tonight or I'm gonna be (expletive) PISSED! It (expletive) snows and misses OUR (expletive) house!! Anyway, honey, love you-bye!!" Unbelieveable. Monday morning on Regional Transit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-2836736246880062160?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2836736246880062160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-hold-gun-to-mother-natur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/2836736246880062160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/2836736246880062160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-hold-gun-to-mother-natur.html' title='Don&apos;t hold a gun to Mother Nature'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-8839692568358614042</id><published>2009-11-23T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:28:35.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artist in Transit</title><content type='html'>I haven't seen Arthur on the train for a while...the artist!  Used to run into him periodically as he took the train to and from his work. While riding, he would observe, listen, and would quietly and unobstrusively sketch portraits in his worn, black art book, paying close attention to the faces and figures around him. Look up, capture a visual - look down, draw.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we would meet on the train, he would always turn over his book and show me his latest creation, whatever he had been sketching since he got on board; a woman sleeping, someone talking on the phone, a couple kissing, a parent playing with a child, someone sitting alone and staring. He sketched with such detail (even sometimes capturing the reflection of the person in the glass) that I could glance at his artwork and look up and easily pinpoint who he happened to be drawing. And each drawing also seemed to vividly capture the attitude (pensiveness, humor, sadness, arrogance) of the particular person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If his "subject" got off the train too early, his drawing would go unfinished.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His book was filled with drawings from previous train rides, and I told him he should publish his art someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever see him again, I'll encourage him to post a few sketches here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-8839692568358614042?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/8839692568358614042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2009/11/artist-in-transit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/8839692568358614042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/8839692568358614042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2009/11/artist-in-transit.html' title='Artist in Transit'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-1037577752563505724</id><published>2009-11-22T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T14:43:34.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Can You Hear Me NOW?"</title><content type='html'>The lady sitting across the aisle from me is going to court to pay a traffic ticket this morning, and then going to visit Charlene in La Habra at the end of this week. She's been ill all weekend (the lady, not Charlene). I know all of this because I just heard her whole, kinda-loud cell phone conversation. Just passin' the news along...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-1037577752563505724?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1037577752563505724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-you-hear-me-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/1037577752563505724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/1037577752563505724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-you-hear-me-now.html' title='&quot;Can You Hear Me NOW?&quot;'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-3176475172864417330</id><published>2009-11-21T18:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T14:33:38.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elderly, Near-Naked...and Getting On at 8th &amp; Capitol</title><content type='html'>Astonished at the ELDERLY woman who just got on wearing nothing but a tank top and skimpy shorts! On such a chilly night! Good Lord. May offer her my coat. Those shorts are so short! She brings unique meaning to the term "new moon"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-3176475172864417330?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3176475172864417330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2009/11/adventures-on-light-rail-chapter-mxlv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/3176475172864417330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/3176475172864417330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2009/11/adventures-on-light-rail-chapter-mxlv.html' title='Elderly, Near-Naked...and Getting On at 8th &amp; Capitol'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-2517092597874135605</id><published>2009-11-18T23:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T14:16:21.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm out for good..."</title><content type='html'>Woman across from me, apparently just released from jail/drug rehab, talking on the phone with her daughter for the first time in what sounds like...months? touching and poignant conversation. Amazing what you can learn and discern about someone just listening to a 15 min cell phone chat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-2517092597874135605?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2517092597874135605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2009/11/adventures-on-light-rail-pm-chapter-xiv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/2517092597874135605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/2517092597874135605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2009/11/adventures-on-light-rail-pm-chapter-xiv.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m out for good...&quot;'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-2938415835081947501</id><published>2009-11-18T23:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T14:23:54.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light-Rail Etiquette</title><content type='html'>My light rail etiquette wish list: 1. If you are going to serenade us in the aisles, please refrain from singing songs that include frequent uses of the n-word, the b-word and the s-word. 2. When the doors open at the train stops, it's for people to board and get off, not for you to practice sptting out to the sidewalk. Gratefully, a fellow passenger. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-2938415835081947501?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2938415835081947501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-light-rail-ettiqute-wish-list-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/2938415835081947501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/2938415835081947501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-light-rail-ettiqute-wish-list-1.html' title='Light-Rail Etiquette'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-509033841721676707</id><published>2009-11-18T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T14:20:32.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early-Morning Exchanges</title><content type='html'>A mother sings "there was an old lady who swallowed a fly" with her two little girls, their sweet little voices carrying all through the cab; a couple arguing about how cold it is here vs. other places ("you're from Chicago-this ain't cold! So shut up!"). Friday morning on regional transit....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-509033841721676707?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/509033841721676707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2009/11/adventures-on-light-rail-chapter-xxlv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/509033841721676707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/509033841721676707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2009/11/adventures-on-light-rail-chapter-xxlv.html' title='Early-Morning Exchanges'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231050662841805032.post-3017904609962135465</id><published>2009-11-18T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T14:25:09.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Yer on the train?  Prove it!"</title><content type='html'>Guy is on cell phone, talking heatedly to his mother, trying to convince her that he is REALLY on the train - "MOM! I'm at Power Inn! yes! really! I'm not lying! it's called power inn! PUH-OW-UR INN, mom! No, I'm not lying! Now we're at 65th, mom. 6-5, mom! No, I'm not lying, mom, there really is a 65th street stop! Maawwm!!" Weds. morning on regional transit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231050662841805032-3017904609962135465?l=rail-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3017904609962135465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2009/11/adventures-on-light-rail-chapter-vii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/3017904609962135465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231050662841805032/posts/default/3017904609962135465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rail-tales.blogspot.com/2009/11/adventures-on-light-rail-chapter-vii.html' title='&quot;Yer on the train?  Prove it!&quot;'/><author><name>Adventures on Light Rail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232824504578389184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
