The Bard is 450 years old. Wrigley Field is 100 years old. And my dear friend PN is radiant on her birthday today.
I also have to conduct a grade school, non competitive science fair. I am the school PTA Science Guy. This is my only real direct participation with the school, except for those times I have an early day from work and can volunteer in my children’s classroom.
A strange and diverse group of commuters this afternoon. Chris Farley and Meatloaf are sitting one seat over, discussing employment opportunities. Evidently a third fellow, we’ll call him Bill, used a headhunter service to try to get an in on a position at the firm they both work for. He did not. Evidently Bill holds out foe the best thing and sticks around too long where he’s at. Now they are talking about another person, a woman named Jane, who swears like a sailor. They gossip about how Jane needs to be fed Kool Aid or something. They gossip worse than teenagers on a Tumblr binge. The Rosencrans and Guildenstern of this comedic tragedy.
Union Soldier deserter is here. The bespectacled, long bearded neon shirted hipster is chewing organically raised beef jerky while binge watching “Real Housewives of Austin, TX”. He looks concerned, either because he cannot understand the twang of the Texas drawl, or he can understand it perfectly and this realization bothers him. The King Lear of the set.
Three seats back and in the aisle seat is David Alan Grier. The comedic genius and character actor is dressed in modern Snoop Dogg chic, with a tight ski cap, comfortable spring jacket (with hoodie), and wrap-around glasses. His goatee is perfectly trimmed. He is a standout of modern fashion in a car full of blue jeans and hand me down outerwear. The obvious Othello of the group.
Also here are a group of desi IT staff (oracles), Polonius, Ophelia, and Iago. All are armed.
You are both lovely.
Happy Bardday. Safe travels.