Friday, May 26, 2006 - 7:40 a.m.

Two very yuppi-fied young men were serious talking in the parellel seats. They had pads and palm pilots out. They were exchanging secrets like teenage girls.

I sat next to a mousy woman for the first part of the ride. When we got to Belmont she bolted up without a word and stood there until I moved. Where is the "Excuse me?" or "Out please!" The mouseyness appeared to have swallowed her larynx.

There was an air of really not caring this morning. The potential of the three day weekend was evident on the physcial atitudes of the people on the train.

I saw my co-worker Matthew on the train. We had a lengthy discussion about lobby art in offices since the man who owns King Tut's Sarcophagus, keeps it in his office lobby. He was nice enough to loan it to the exhibit at the Field Museum. We branched into talking about all the lost art of the World Trade Center and what should the art be in our own lobby.