Art Happened

Two weeks ago I took the lovely Acela to a conference in NY. I sat with a bunch of boring MILFs and MILF-age workaholics who were pounding away at their spreadsheets on a Sunday afternoon. Bored, I started staring out the window in RI. A little chemical company had a few tank cars on its spur track. As the the spur crept up to join the mainline, I saw a young black dude in a huge, red t-shirt and baggy jeans. He had planted himself in the middle of the adjoining track and waited for a train. He held up to his head a large 35mm camera and was diligently adjusting the focus as my train shot past and crossed a small bridge. The occurrence was captured and preserved.

I felt insanely guilty.