Day 2

In comparison, Day Two was pretty low key.  I am so glad it wasn't Day One.  Day One provided good copy.

The first pick-up was Doris in Darien.  I didn't plan the alliteration.  Eighteen miles of "My son dates gorgeous women."  "My son is the one who breaks up with them."  "Some of them are nice even though they are just like runway models."  "One of them was a runway model."  I hope her son marries a real..... um.... nice person.  After I assured her that I would exit onto Central, and that I agreed that the Cicero exit was for rookies, she was at ease.  She tipped me $10 and then manipulated me to comment about how that is above average.  I am sure that helped her rest on her flight to Vancouver.  They have runway models there. Canadians walk differently on the runway than American models.  Look it up, I know.


The lady that just about threw the money at me the previous day was much happier Day Two.  Same trip to the train station.

Most of the day was spent sitting in the car at Post.  I sat there about as long as it would have taken to drive to Champaign-Urbana and watch the first quarter of a football game.  I did have a chance to write a song for my daughter's Indian Princess tribe (Chiricahua) to sing at the upcoming campout.  Indian Princesses is sort of like Girl Scouts lite, and no, it will not be changed to Native American Princesses.  After the lyrics were set, I organized picture files on my computer.  Jealous? It is one of those chores most of us never get to.

Car 305, back to Base.  Not sure when Day Three is going to be......