A loving tribute

Wednesday, August 23, 2006 - 8:05 a.m.

There was a man walking in front of me to the Berwyn stop. He had on what we called in college a "doo-rag" (sp?) which is a bandana worn over the head. He also had a chain to his wallet and was smoking. I could not take the smoke this morning so I quick stepped past him and noticed on his arm a tattoo that said "Father" 1953 - some year that I could not make out. I thought that was a nice tribute although I hope my father is not expecting the same kind of tribute.

There was a woman reading her paper with a coffee cup in the aisle seat next to her. So she felt that this special cup of coffee deserved its own seat. She never actually took a drink of the coffee, it just sat there. Luckily, the train was not crowded so the coffee never had to stand and hold the rail nor was the train all that rocking.

This woman sat next to me who reminded me of this actress I worked with in 1999 that got fired from the show. I was panicking about striking up a conversation akin to "sorry it didn't work out" or "were you able to get some work after that". The woman was fired from the show during preview week for not getting to role or the emotional connection with the character which is a big ouch for an actor. Fortunately, it was not her but I did not discover this until leaving the train.

Right after the train, I went to the White Hen to get breakfast. The woman in front of me in line was buying Tampax and carrying and half-drunk bottle of Merlot with a screw cap. She also was a purse-fumbler.