Everyday is Like Sunday

The bus was 45 minutes late today. The crowd of people in front of the movie theater on Mass Ave grew by the minute. One woman started to do a tai-chi/yoga mix to keep warm. Another woman who was wearing a black cowboy hat started to do a quiet honky tonk dance in the street. Waiting in the cold fostered a sense of community among the cold people waiting for the bus.

"Yeah, I live right near the bike trail so I sometime walk to Alewife .. it takes about 12 minutes."

A slice of pizza and a ham and cheese croissant later, the bus rumbled up Mass Ave already full to the brim. I got on and crammed near the guy who was saying hello to everybody.

"Hello"

"How are you?"

"Goood"

"That's good"

I got off at Kendall and ran like a freed hampster to the nearest MIT building, my staff ID clutched between my teeth to open the doors.

I got to work late but thankfully there was not a que of people waiting.

I pressed the on button on the G4 and as the 17" flat lcd screen purred to life an Safari popped open I learned that Sadaam had been captured.

I saw the before and after pictures of Sadaam - with and without beard and I thought maybe the armed forced had brought Kyan and company over to spruce him up for his final screen test.

Then I thought about how this would effect the Democrats running for the nomination. And then I unjammed a copy machine.