I have been commuting solely by train for almost 20 years. During this time I have met some really phenomenal people.
Some have retired. Some have passed away, sadly much too early. Some have switched jobs and no longer take the train. Others just switched to the bus because it was more convenient for them. Some were at the World Trade Center on 9/11.
Over the years my commuting time has varied from as early as the 6:55 a.m. (train) to as late as the 10:30 a.m. Evenings have ranged anywhere from the 4:55 to the 6:55 p.m.
About a month ago, when I finally returned to riding the train, after a 2 month absence, I was repeatedly greeted with warmth and concern. It’s a great feeling.
Over the years I have sat with cross-stitchers, card players, and people of every walk of life imaginable. Some I might not see for a year or more–but when I do see them, we pick up where we left off –”So, how’s your Jazz book” is one favorite question.
Then there are the conductors. Some have become personal favorites of mine. They are also “train buddies” although on a more formal level.
I have been thinking about writing about my “train buddies” for a while. Then, Friday evening, after I had finished my weekly commute, the news started coming in about the horrific train crash in the Los Angeles area. What a tragedy for all those involved. What a loss for their train buddies.
We who take the train do it for a number of reasons, one of which is the safety of the train commute as compared to car travel.
I want to end this post by saying “Thanks” to all of my train buddies over the years. Whether you realize it or not, your support, gentle kibbutzing, enthusiam, praise and encouragement has meant a lot to me.
