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Here I sit on the LIRR, knees pressed against the back of the seat in front of me. Usually women sit like this or teenage girls. Business men sit upright, drinking beer and reading the Wall Street Journal.  Doesn't anybody know that the news is forever a day late and a dollar short?  Kids press their noses against the mucky windows and prop their gum laden sneakers on the faux leather.  Some commuters sleep. I don't know why but I've never been able to sleep on the train. Sitting with my knees up is comfortable but only for a few minutes at a time.  I have old knees. Old like Brian Dennehy old, not like George Burns old. So, I shift back and forth, up and down and an inch here and there. Seems like a lot of work but it's a hard habit to break. I love the 5:40 train. Especially during the spring time.  For the most part, the sun is at our back. Sometimes it peers through the windows from the South West, a subtle reminder...

"The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference." - Elie Wiesel Every day I commute to and from NYC. It is a necessary evil. The thought of commuting back and forth is actually a lot worse than the deed itself. For the last 62 days, I've been reading the Bible during my morning commute. Alternating between the Old and New Testaments. Don't ask me why. I'm not really sure myself. However, I have gained a heightened awareness of people and the way they treat one another. I'm not a religious person, nor am I a Christian but it's pretty plain to see that Jesus was on to something. Something very simple. Love. L.O.V.E. John Lennon got it. Even The Captain and Tennille knew that love would keep us together. So what the fuck? Oops. Sorry Jesus. Still working on the potty mouth. Tonight on my commute home, my train got stuck a few stops short of my town. No biggie. When you've been riding mass transit for half of your life, you get used to the delay...