Thursday, March 3, 2006 - 8:11 a.m.

I saw a friend walking a block ahead of me to the train. I did not try to get his attention since I wanted to read my book on the train. I felt bad thinking that I should not be so selfish and that I should want to spend some quality train time with my friend (more an acquaintance I am getting to know better -- more reason to make an effort). I did not. He had headphones on so he was in his own world. Plus he is a front of the train rider.

I do not know why I ride the back of the train. Is it a leftover school bus thing where I wanted to be like the cool kids and ride in the back. I was not a cool kid and did not see why the back was so appealing since it bounced around like ice in a martini shaker.

One man was reading a book called Cold Sassy Tree. Now, I am sure it is not about this but I amused myself thinking of a tree giving me shade as a Barney's clerk or being rude to me as a customer at Davenport's. Here is the official description of the book by Olive Anne Barnes from amazon.com:

Cold Sassy Tree, a novel full of warm humor and honesty, is told by Willy
Tweedy, a fourteen-year-old boy living in a small, turn-of-the-century Georgia
town. Will's hero is his Grandpa Rucker, who runs the town's general store,
carrying all the power and privilege thereof. When Grandpa Rucker suddenly
marries his store's young milliner barely three weeks after his wife's death,
the town is set on its ear. Will Tweedy matures as he watches his family's
reaction and adjustment to the news. He is trapped in the awkward phase of
rising to adult expectations - driving the first cars in town - while still
orchestrating wild pranks and starting scandalous gossip through his childish
bragging. He seeks the wisdom of his grandpa and has his eyes opened to southern
"ways" under the tutelage of Grandpa's new Yankee wife, Miss Love.