18 February, 2008

One Of The Most Precious Pieces Of Paper I've Ever Had Is On My Lap.

It's a Metra Electric Track Warrant(Form 14.3), but that's not what makes it important. It's got my train conductor's (whose name I will withold because I think he'd appreciate it) information on it. I'm not going to lose him this time.About a year ago, I was taking the metra almost every day to see the ex. After a while of taking assorted trains I took the 1:30. Around this time I developed a weird fascination with filming everything, so when I got on the train and the conductor was making noises and joking and acting like he might actually enjoy his job, the camera went on. (Note: It is extrememly out of the ordinary for metra conductors to act like they enjoy being conductors.)Not without his permission, of course, but somewhere there's a mini-dv tape of him talking. I think it's in my desk.
I started taking the 1:30 as a matter of course. It fit mine and the ex's schedules pretty well, and gave me some time with my conductor. That time on the train before I went to see the ex gave me a reason to live for however long of a time span it was. He was the only encouraging part of my day. Now, I would crash upon getting into the car sometimes, but that's another story.
Eventually my schedlue changed, and my conductor's schedule got changed. I didn't see him and every once in a while I would miss him terribly.
Every few months or so he would resurface. We would catch up and shoot the breeze and then I would go home feeling wonderful and then it would be another few months. Last time I left him a card, but the metra ate it. This time he gave me contact information.
What more could I ask for?

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