For the first hour and a bit of my journey to Chicago I drive up to a station called University Park. There I leave the car. The second half of my journey to Chicago is on the Metra.
The Metra. A train designed to move as many people as possible from where they were to where they want to be. No frills. No bows. No luxury. The trains are not pretty. Or comfortable. Or Glamorous. Shiny and clean at the beginning of the day. Scratched up and tired at the end. But I have always been attracted to the strong, confident, determined lines of practical machinery. The starkness. We need not speculate as to its use. There is no mystery. Steps. Seats. Move. Stop. Get on. Get off. Done.
I hope you had a lovely day yesterday, minding the shop for me. I had a great day. I love the city. I love the country. I love being with many people and I love being alone. Actually I pretty much love wherever I am. This is a result of being a bit of a gypsy. A gypsy without a caravan. A happy little gypsy. Plus I snagged my Rent a Kid and brought him home with me for another few weeks.
I hope we all have a lovely day today.