Train Nazi

The Train Nazi’s got me this morning—it’s the fourth day of the month, actually the second working day which I would be riding the train. I did not ride yesterday because I did not have a train pass and I did not want to buy a ticket from the machine and stress missing the train so I drove. Yesterday was hellatious (is this a word—my spell check refuses to sanction my attempts at spelling) call after call after call regarding disability questions and a lot of desperate questions about rents and heating questions. Thank God this is a warm January…so far. What I am saying is that I did not have a chance to stick my January sticker on my transit ID. I was wondering if this was going to haunt me and sure enough it did. 6:35 a.m. at the 33rd South Station- the jack booted train nazi boarded : “PAPER PLEASE” actually what he really said, was “Bus pass please” I was not too worried because I knew I had proof if the Nazi really got nasty. I always sit in the same place just behind the driver’s area—when the Nazi came on he past me and I thought I was safe. I had began the process of diving into my back pack though trying to disappear. I also wondered if I was sure that I had the pass, would I radiate the self assuredness necessary to make the Nazi pass me bye. Well, the self-assuredness did not quite work because the Nazi turned on me and seemed to wait. I really put on the “quad” show fumbling but looking focused on digging out my bus pass. The Nazi finally got frustrated looked at me with ferruled brows and said” Next time you’re your pass out and ready.”
“YES SIR! Sig heil” What a power trip...it’s enough these guys are allow to carry glocks , presumably loaded!!!

Yesterday I wrote about the women from Sunstone—I must correct myself-where sunstone is a tight little quasi religious group and magazine…and they have quite a gathering in the summer and I have enjoyed going to this conference in the past—it not what I meant. What I meant to write was SUNDANCE INSTITUTE—which is a whole lot different—where Sunstone is righteously nice Sundance is righteously cool. This institute runs the Sundance Film festival started by Robert Redford—it’s a gathering place for actors, the social elite and the special. I just wanted to clarify this.