tales from an ordinary world

2000-07-16

The long ride home. Goodbye to the city of beige buildings. I'm paranoid the other passengers are going to lynch me because I'm coughing so much, especially when it turns out that the people sitting opposite us on the train were sitting right behind us on the bus. At Seymour, not too far from home, the train stops for a 10 minute break. All the smokers hop out for a quick one - mindful of my sore throat, I step out and just wander about the platform, in the cold dark evening air. Somewhere out in the north-western suburbs, we pass a real estate agency called "Sherlock Homes".