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Just One Of My Morning Train Journeys

Austin, Texas to Chicago, Illinois

A man gets on the train at 5AM.

He’s drunk.

He’s loud.

He can’t sleep. In fact, he hasn’t slept in days.

He looks down at my sleeping body and wakes me up to say, “Hey, Girl. What’s up?”

I mumble that I’m sleeping, and he takes the cue to leave me alone. For now.

As I drift in and out of sleep, I can hear him telling his buddy that he doesn’t trust anyone.

No one came to see him while he was in prison.

He has a gun, and he’s not afraid to use it.

My imagination runs wild as to what this drunk, beligerant passenger will do, but he mostly doses in and out of consciousness, occassionally saying a crude remark about a female who walks by his seat or telling his buddy that he loves him like a brother.

When his buddy gets off the train, he turns to me to share his slurred, drunken life.

He tells me that he’s traveling to Seattle to see the daughters he abandoned over 20 years ago. He tells me that the mother of his children is in an unhappy marriage, but he doesn’t want to get involved. He tells me that he had to shoot women and children in South America for the U.S. Army. He tells me that he works for Veteran’s Affairs, that he travels to different hospitals trying to uplift vets. He tells me that the men and women who fought for our country get no respect.

He cries and cries. When he wipes his tears away, he reveals a rubber bracelet with the phone number to the Suicide Prevention Hotline.

He doesn’t bring up about being in prison, and I think that maybe I misheard him when he was talking to his buddy.

Because he is so unbelievably inebriated, he repeats himself. A lot. He tells me that I have to share the story about the horrible things that the U.S. Government is doing, but he’s afraid I will be killed. Sometimes he whispers, making gestures towards the young soldier in uniform sitting two rows in front of us. Sometimes he just stares at me with wild, animal-like eyes, waiting for me to affirm everything he is saying.

When I mention that I would like to go to the observation car to get some work done, he asks if he can join me. And because I’m a pushover, I say yes.

I watch as he buys a beer in the train cafe at 9AM, and I make a gesture to the attendant that he’s drunk. She tells me to run.

I politely tell him that I will see him later, and since he sits right in front of me in coach, that is the truth.

Later, I overhear him in the observation car telling another person that he just met a journalist from New York and that he’s working on a big, important story with her. Though only 53, he looks 15 years older, and has a voice made of pure whiskey.

As he stumble-exits the train hours later, he reminds me to share the story of what the U.S. Government does to veterans, and that if I do, the story will be big.

I couldn’t promise him a groundbreaking article in the New York Times, but this is the best I can do. And though it’s not the expose he was hoping for, it is an example of what can often happen to the hard-working individuals who sacrifice so much for this country. That’s of course if what he told me is true. Alcohol can make all stories dubious.

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Lauren Modery
Medium member since Mar 2018

Freelance writer in Austin

Diary of a Train Traveler

For the past three years, I’ve only traveled long distance by train. Traveling by train has given me incalculable experiences and interactions, all in which I’m grateful for both as a human and as a human and as a writer.

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On The Day That Scott Evans Moved To Gallier Street, All Of The Neighbors Were Peeping Out Their Windows

On The Day That Scott Evans Moved To Gallier Street, All Of The Neighbors Were Peeping Out Their Windows


Who was this eccentric man, Scott Evans? He drove an old pickup truck, appeared to be loner and just did not look adequate.


Neighbors on Gallier Street were feeling a bit unsure watching the big, stocky, beer belly, receding hairline, ‘zonked-out’ looking fellow move tirelessly to and from his truck, garage and house.

Was Scott way out of the league of his new neighbors? The Gallier Street homes were elegantly polished, 2-storied with plush, manicured lawns and nestled around a shady, spacious and green public park.

Scott wore a blue jeans that were way too small, and a small sport shirt that rose up on his protruding gut. Soon it became apparent that Scott was unloading miscellaneous furniture, tables, chairs, a grille, giant coffeemaker, cookware, plates and cups. Scotts’ moving in became even more suspicious when he started arranging tables and chairs. What added to the suspense was Scott carrying bottles of wine, trays and boxes of foods. Now it all seemed like a party preparation.

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Within a couple of hours……

Scott had meat grilling and coffee and other foods setup and ready. Afterall, Scott did have a wife and she arrived just in to put out furnishings and other items that people would be in at she and Scott’s sale. Slowly and surely, neighbors came out of their homes, introduced themselves to Scott and his wife.

So, Scott’s move to Gallier Street turned into one big, barbeque grilling, block party, garage sale and welcome celebration. It extended into the park and all of the neighbors and community pitched in..





Garage sale, yard sale, block party, estate sale, it should be fun!

How To Throw A Killer Garage Sale By Thorin Klosowski


Spring is [almost] here and with that comes spring cleaning followed by that horrible thought, “where did all this junk come from?” That’s a question we can’t answer, but we can tell you what to do with it: throw a garage or yard sale. But not any old garage sale is going to move that box full of RCA cables. You need to throw the best garage sale you can. Here’s how to do it.

If you live on a street that gets a lot of foot traffic you can pretty much throw your stuff onto the corner and call it a day, but if you don’t have that luxury you need to plan a little bit ahead of time. So, before we get into how to actually throw your garage sale, we have to advertise it as best as possible.

Advertise in Every Way You Can Imagine

If Mad Men has taught us anything, it’s that a good ad campaign can sell anything. Take that same idea into account when planning your yard sale. Think about your ideal customer and coordinate your mini-campaign around them. Are you selling a bunch of geek-friendly electronics or books? Mention that in the advertisement. Dumping a ton of art?

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Here’s a step by step guide:

  1. Put posters everywhere: Put posters up in your neighborhood, at community centers, and local shops.
  2. Advertise online: Put a posting on Craigslist, eBayClassifieds, and YardSaleSearch. Don’t just post “Cool furniture.” The more descriptive you are of your actual merchandise the better chances you have to reel people in. Have an antique Herman Miller chair? Mention that—even it’s beaten up and covered in a thick layer of cat hair. Read more at: article source
  3. Mention snacks: The promise of snacks can draw pretty much anyone to anything.
  4. Include all the details: Finally, make sure to include your full address, time of the sale, and the date (Don’t write “today.” That means nothing to a random passerby. Fridays and Saturdays are supposedly the best) of the sale. Give it a few days to seep in, Read more at: article source

Plan and Optimize Your Display Options

You don’t walk into a store and find a pack of toddler’s t-shirts right next to the vacuums, so why would you lay out your garage sale like that? Instead of just tossing everything on your lawn in a pile and calling it day, it’s best to plan ahead. In most cases, your best bet is to set up all your items exactly like you would find them at a department store.

That means group like-minded items together and keep completely different items apart. If you’re off-loading your media collection after going digital, put all your books, games, and movies together on a table. Price everything on that table the same (don’t go mixing things up because you know that Akira DVD is worth more than that copy of National Lampoon’s Vacation).

The basic idea is to make an appealing shopping experience for whoever stops by. Some people love the idea of scavenging through endless piles of junk, but most people would rather pop in, gauge their interest quickly, and decide if it’s worth their time. Make things easier for them by displaying all your sale items in a way that makes sense and looks good. Photo by John Manoogian III.

Be Prepared to Haggle and Accept All Types of Payments

You will not make a ton of money from your garage sale and people will haggle you down from 50¢ if they think it’s unfair. Be prepared to haggle and provide counter offers. Instead of taking a quarter for a 50¢ book, suggest they can have two books for that same 50¢. It can get pretty silly at times, but the more flexible you are the better chance you have of selling off all your stuff.

If you want to go for a true high-tech upgrade, accept credit cards


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Originally posted on My Simple Blog

Jing met Mani at the somnambulist convention. It hadn’t been a big convention, not by typical standards. Still in a pool of over a billion, there are plenty of sleepwalkers shuffling about. Not that Jing liked to brag.

They bumped into each other. Literally. In the hallway. Their rooms were on the same floor and, well, clockwise and counterclockwise found one another. Mani agreed that it was destiny. They spent the rest of the conference groggily yawning, talking and sharing pots of yogi tea. Mani complimented his pajamas. Jing liked Mani’s slippers.

It ended happily, since nobody should sleepwalk alone.

Photo is copyright by ingridf.

Daily Post prompt. (100 words)


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“Mysterious Flight…all the way to London”

“Mysterious Flight…all the way to London”

“Good morning ladies and gentlemen we are now boarding flight 10, at Gate #2. Please have your boarding pass ready!”

Could it be that all passengers are not accounted for as a…

Passenger name? Meow


Alerion Aviation flies and manages private jets for individuals. who can afford to own their own private planes but may or may not know how or have time to maintain them or fly them. As CEO of Alerion, Bob Seidel does his best to keep Alerion’s clients happy (just like these other CEOS, who do incredibly nice things for their employees.) Sometimes that means honoring some unusual (read: pricey) requests. Take this one for example: A client’s adult daughter was living in London and feeling a bit lonely for her kitty back home in the states. The client was too busy to make the trip to London but not too busy to drop the daughter’s feline friend off at her trusty G-4 jet (a 13-passenger gulf stream). From there, the flight crew flew the unaccompanied cat all the way to London and delivered the kitty into the arms of her person.


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Gaining A.M. Composure

Gaining A.M. Composure

It’s an early morning rush:

family breakfast? A big fuss;

I want to cry because the whole house is awry;

piles of messings from the children’s dressing..

the dog, the cat he did this, she did that …

coffee perks, what’s it worth?

My husband .. zoned into cyberspace coffee in hand, he musn’t be late.

Suddenly, he and the children are gone an ambiance of clarity has spun.

After the maddening hours, I am croutched what shall my day be about? …

I am hoping quietness with peace of mind, Because “Now” is my private time. Originally posted on AmericaOnCoffee( AOC), as a morning viewpoint…


I was sitting in my kitchen one morning. My son was still asleep, and I suddenly heard the neighbor’s dog begin to howl.

It was a long, drawn-out sound that got louder and louder. Before going to work, I decided to drop in to the neighbors.

The door opened, and I said, “Hello, could you possibly quieten down your dog? My son is still asleep.“ At that moment a scowl broke out across her face, and she replied, ”That was me, singing!”



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“When Your Boss, Blows Your Top”


And you react negatively…

The Best Way to Rebound When You Blow It With Your Boss



The next time you make a mistake at work, what should you do? The formula behind this is actually much more simple than it seems:

Recognize, apologize, and solve.

Whether the mistake you’ve made is big or small—and we’ve all been there—the best thing to do is to own it, acknowledge it to your boss, and make amends. Follow this formula to ensure the best possible resolution for your mistakes made.


Owning it means you’re able to see your shortcomings in the situation. Even if others are at fault in some way (does the line of thinking, “but it wouldn’t have even happened if….” sound familiar?) taking ownership of the error demonstrates several things:

first of all, you actually noticed the mistake (you wouldn’t want your manager to see it instead of you, would you?).
second, you care enough to take responsibility.
third, you acknowledge that you’re not perfect. No one is, and it’s especially hard to strive for constant perfection in the workplace where standards—not to mention competition—are incredibly high. Honesty can go a long way.

Bringing up the mistake to your boss is the hardest part of the process. It’s not fun to have to say, “I messed up.” But it happens, and admitting it means the hardest part is over and you’re that much closer to the issue blowing over. We all know what it’s like to realize you may have done something wrong and feel that dark cloud hovering over you. As soon as you realize what happened, take action. The longer you wait, the worse it may get, for you and for your manager and team.

Bringing up the mistake to your boss is the hardest part of the process.

It may seem obvious, but you’d be surprised how few people are actually willing to say the words “I’m sorry.” Always say you’re sorry and leave it at that. Don’t bother making excuses or explaining how other coworkers might be implicated in the mistake—that never makes you look good. Two simple words are all you need.


Chances are your mistake’s probably no big deal, and if it is, the best thing you can do is work hard to fix it. When you go to your boss, have a solution in mind. Saying “Here’s what happened, but I think if we do this…” will demonstrate that you’ve taken responsibility and can handle taking the lead on overcoming the error. Plus, doing this takes some of the heat off your boss—a perk he or she is likely to appreciate.

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How do you deal with making a mistake in the workplace?



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A Little Morning Drama

A Little Morning Drama

Five Minutes in an Underground Espresso Bar



I took the subway to Fulton, exited toward John Street, and found Voyager Espresso, a coffee bar with a William Street address that’s hidden in the recesses of the subway below the Financial District.

While the barista prepares my order, he is locked in a prideful groove.

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Vector stock

A passer-by merges with the reflection of a customer at the bar behind me.

In the center of the room, an extraterrestrial yellow glow emanates from the shelf within a metal counter where bags of whole-bean coffee are offered for sale.



Amid commuters and the rush of subway foot traffic, a woman manages to find a private moment.


A second barista emerges from behind a door that I didn’t initially notice.


She checks on the man in the semiprivate side room, which has floor illumination that imparts a back-room vibe.

A potential customer takes a closer look at the surreal display.

A man asks, almost apologetically, if Voyager Espresso serves tea.



He is delighted to learn that it does. The barista behind the counter, who is also the owner, admits that tea is his true passion. Coffee, he says, is just a business.


A diorama exists on both sides of the glass.

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