Thursday, September 21, 2006 - 8:06 a.m.

There was an upscale, sophisticated woman on the Berwyn platform who looked lost. I assume that her car was in the shop or her driver was ill. So here she was, amongst the commoners wondering how this whole el train worked. She clutched her newly purchased transit card with intensity. She could not make up her mind which way to go - do you sit front or back of the train.

The man sitting next to me on the train had a beautiful suit that I kept eyeing. It was a subtle brown tone with a very slight pinstripe. It was that light summer weight wool suit. He was accessorized with some sunglasses, the iPod mini and a silver wedding band.