On the way there

• A woman sitting on a planter behind a drug store in a run-down neighborhood. She had a bag of Friskies cat food sitting next to her. She looked hungry. She was alone, with no cats in sight. She had that ravenous look in her eyes. Sadly, the train was moving along briskly, so I didn’t get to see the conclusion to this unfolding mini-drama.
• A lonely jack rabbit, sitting in between two metal gates, looking hopelessly confused. Or, maybe depressed. Eating carrots and living in holes in the ground is no way to go through life. I know that if I were a jack rabbit, I’d want to shoot myself. Except I wouldn’t have opposable thumbs, so maybe I’d just play in traffic instead.
• Big Foot (the sasquatch, not the truck). He said to tell you Hello.
• Nah, I didn’t really see Big Foot.
• It was your mom!
• Just kidding.
• I did see a dead fish floating in the water, though. That was pretty cool.

On the way back

• I was too busy talking on my cell phone and writing these blog posts, so I wasn’t really watching. I dropped the ball, dear reader, and for that I apologize.
• Late breaking update: Saw a jack rabbit playing on the tracks. He mistakenly jumped out of the path of the oncoming train, but at least he had the right idea.