Lucky husband.

MBTA Commuter rail phone tickets.

I activate them all the time now. Cleaning my bowl.

Four men

One - sitting on the steps of St. Andrews episcopal church intently studying a box of a Stoffers frozen dinner.
Two - at Ayer train station scratching off his lottery tickets. Later rode his bike away before the train arrived.
Three - bicycle paint can guy, again with a paint can, however this time wearing white painter bib overalls.
Four - train conductor miming a rabbit running away from a California wild fire.

Quantum limbs

My legs divide the infinite number of points between the train station and work into a finite number of steps. Now if I can only get them to divide by zero.

Overheard on train.

Passenger : Stop and Shop used to have their own standalone bakery stores.
Conductor : I can't believe I didn't know that, but you know my wife does all the shopping.

Man with a one gallon paint can

Looped over the handle bar of his bike.

Kendall Green train station curmudgeon #3

Hoo boy

To wish a man dead.

Shoe me.

This

In order to observe my own fear I must accept the fact I am afraid.

I catch my breath.

What will people think of me.

A click that will alter my life.

The resignation letter was composed and ready to send, just one click.
For a few hours I kept coming back to it,
knowing that tomorrow would be a different day.
I could not do it and I berated myself.
Today, 5 days later, I think that the fear I have is
trying to teach me. Its not a leap of faith if there is
no leap.