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  • This train was how I started every day. Yellow to King Street, Blue to Foggy Bottom. It was also how I ended every day. Blue to King Street, Yellow to end of line. Huntington. Home.

    No matter how well or how poorly things had gone, this was my place to hit the reset switch. It was also a place to turn on or turn off, to plan ahead or turn back, read, sleep, text. Live a little slice of life that, now confined to a suburban car commute, I would give anything for.

    Twice a day for 35 minutes over the course of a year, plus all the weekend sojourns, meant logging at least 400 hours total. That's 16 and a half days on the thing.

    There were single mothers and three star generals; regulars and interlopers. You got to know a little about people without even saying a word - a commuter community.

    That's what I miss most.
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