It’s another train day, and I found more reasons to love riding in on the train.
When you drive, it’s really sterile. You are protected from the world. You can avoid the humanity around you. You can shut people out. You can feel isolated and alone. It’s like some funky protection between you and the world.
Then you get on the train. Immediately you are assaulted by with the humanity of those around you. And I mean an overload of the senses, not that people assault you. There’s the guy with the long grey mullet and the Kiss tattoos. There’s the students on their way to school or the U for classes. There are the moms with their babies. There are the lawyers in suits. There are more people. It’s sooo refreshing to be among different kinds of people. Farmington, heaven love it, is homogenous. Little or no variety. The people you meet are like yourself if you are me. But being on the train gets me in touch with people again. It’s magical. Our lives intersect on the train.
I even saw the branch president from the singles ward I used to go to on the train…
The other magic these days is Craigslist. We’ve been talking about getting rid of a bunch of junk for months. We put it on Craigslist for free and it magically disappeared from our yard. Thank you all those people who got our junk from Craigslist.
