I’m on a train from Chicago to Bloomington, IL. A college buddy of mine recently moved there and started up a monthly poker night. This will be my second night of playing poker, ever. I like poker night. I like hanging out with my buddy even more.
There’s a part of me that wants to catch this train tomorrow and keep going. I don’t even remember all its other stops, though I know L.A. is one of them. I haven’t been to L.A. since my wife was in film school there.
I wonder where all the trains that leave L.A. are headed. I bet those places are interesting, same as the journey of getting to them. Same as all the passengers. So many other interesting people with places to go, but lots of time to get there.