tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post8109207436164031227..comments2024-03-28T22:15:17.067-05:00Comments on Every goddamn day: 03/29/24: Two tickets to ChicagoNeil Steinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11468057838260476480noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-44009269469600340512019-06-18T15:45:41.699-05:002019-06-18T15:45:41.699-05:00When I started at the Merc, working trading hours ...When I started at the Merc, working trading hours only at first, I would stay at the Iron Horse in Union Station with friends. By the time I had made my way to the Ogilvie for the trip to Cumberland or Mt. Prospect I was ready for a nap. Which too often caused me to miss my stop, always waking as we pulled away from where my vehicle was parked. I would board the next inbound train for the short ride back. I never offered to buy a ticket and no conductor ever got to me in time to even ask. I would have explained the situation and refused to pay, all they could do was make me disembark anyway. Fortunately this was at the time of new Casio digital watches with alarm. Worth every penny of that $30 as I never missed my stop again, avoiding an unpleasant confrontation with an innocent conductor, not to mention waiting for a train feeling stupid.JPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08613528527379198505noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-40222282212586132302019-06-18T10:23:01.866-05:002019-06-18T10:23:01.866-05:00You have no idea...this is just the frothy surface...You have no idea...this is just the frothy surface. Neil Steinberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11468057838260476480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-60263745252038883082019-06-18T09:04:16.395-05:002019-06-18T09:04:16.395-05:00I really have to applaud Neil for allowing us into...I really have to applaud Neil for allowing us into the inner recesses of his brain, a dark and forbidding place to go...for all of us, I'm sure. The Fibber McGee closet where all our jangling fears and crushing inhibitions hide out, only to spill forth once disturbed in embarrassing and noisy clangor. <br /><br />john tatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10088632798195131329noreply@blogger.com