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I grew up in northern Indiana and went to college and worked in Chicago for many years.  I have taken buses and trains to get where I was going since 1974.  I remember early South Shore train seats that were woven wicker and the windows opened because there was no air-conditioning.  Yes, grasshopper, I am ancient.

Master’s Daughter and I took the “new” South Shore train from the beginning of the line, in South Bend, to Chicago.  It was either, a two hour, one hour or three hour ride, depending on what time zone you were going to or from.  I believe in actuality, it took two hours.  They have air conditioning and bathrooms now.  And, during the day time, off rush hours, they have children; lots and lots of children.

But, first you had to park your car and put a dollar bill or change in the right slot of the box.  Okay, now we were a wee bit tired.  This is not rocket science and, between us, we have over eleven years of college.  We drove by the pay box, decided to park first (Yes, I know, that should have been obvious.) and then walked up to pay. 

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After using another quarter to push the quarters in, Master’s Daughter pushed the last quarter in with a car key.  Then, we read the sign, “Use a key or the pusher attached by a cable to the box.”  OKAY, the rest of the trip should be a breeze, after learning about the pusher.  The result is the above laugh.

We were waiting with a group of people for the train to arrive, when a school bus pulled up.  The energy in that station raised by fourteen knots.  The elderly couple near us began to shake and we all headed for the door.  Frankly, I think the strategy should have been to let the children board the train and then walk to the other end for our seats.  We met someone, coming home that night, who was in the car with the children.  Apparently, it was not a pleasant ride.  Most notably mentioned was children playing in the bathroom.

And this is what we (and a sleeping chick at the Museum) looked like at the end of the day.

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All the other chicks, in the incubator were sleeping laying down but this guy was standing up sound asleep.  My mother has done this a time or two also. 

Even so, Master’s Daughter and I have decided this “June girl’s retreat” really needs to be an annual event.  Last year, I went up for her Master’s Graduation.  This year it was for the Harry Potter exhibit at the Museum of Science and Industry.  We are now looking for something fun to do next year.

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CBS News Sunday Morning is a microcosm of our world.  That hour, on Sunday morning, has become one of my favorite hours of the week.  Pajama clad, usually cup of tea in hand, I curl up under a blanket on the couch and know, that somehow nothing will disturb this hour.  The boys sleep on and the phone does not ring.  It’s magic!

 

Charles Osgood has replaced Charles Kurault but the show is every bit as good as it was then.  First is an overview of the week’s news, then follows: art, current political events, best and worst jobs, a bit of Hollywood with Glenn Close, commentary (It’s always good to hear someone else’s opinion), elephant polo (Where else can you hear about elephant polo?), and nature.

 

Today was a segment on “guilt” that included a clip of the master of guilt, “Woody Allen.”  Guilt is brought to us right in the beginning; literally, of the Bible.  Guilt even activates a portion of the brain, so perhaps we are hard-wired to experience guilt.  I grew up in the First Christian church and guilt was ever present in my youth.  My mother once walked out of a mall store with an unpaid for keychain on her finger.  She walked the full length of the mall to return it.   I would not pick up a penny if it was lying on the driveway of someone else’s property, even when I was three.  I do not think that is a bad thing.  But, guilt at feeling pride in oneself is one of the quickest downfalls of man/woman.  We all need to feel we are worthy; for a happy life and to accomplish small and great things. 

 

Not feeling worthy can lead to suicide, acceptance of a poor condition in your life, and being treated poorly by others.  J.K. Rowling said that it took her thirty-five years to stop going for the bad boy, and it worries her when women/girls say they like Lucius or Draco Malfoy.  AOL Chat (See second question down on left.)  In my opinion, if you have enough sense of self-worth, you are attracted to good characters, like Lupin.  When you are attracted to a Malfoy, you are asking to be abused. You apparently, do not feel worthy of the best. 

 

Sunday Morning Almanac, 1964, was the first finding of cigarette smoking and lung cancer and other associated diseases.  Having had an aunt, a long time smoker, who died of lung cancer not long ago and knowing that it makes me breathless to be on the company of a smoker, I have to agree.  For what that is worth.

 

The art segment covered trains.  My love of trains is of the model variety, although I loved my morning commute when it was on a train.  I remember the Christmas morning my brother received a model train.  I woke up to the whistle and, oh how I wanted that train.  I saw a design once for a very small gauge train in a coffee table.  I always meant to make that.  This segment featured artist’s representations of train and train travel.  And, the art section of Sunday Morning is one of my favorites.

 

They covered George Walker Bush, as President; 9/11, the Iraq War, Katrina and the economic crisis.  My mother always says that no matter who gets in, they will do their best.   I rather think that must be modified with them doing, what is right, in their own interests, not necessarily in the best interests of the country.

 

Brides and weddings were covered next.  I know something about weddings, having attended two this year and photographing the one.  These couples worked at keeping the costs down while having their own original weddings.  When I see that someone has spent twenty thousand dollars on a wedding, I wonder why they do not put that money down on a house, when I hear of a six hundred thousand dollar wedding, I wonder how many homeless people could be housed, how many hungry children could be fed, for that one, wedding?  The last wedding I attended, that cost twenty thousand dollars, saw a divorce not too many years later. I doubt the bride spends too many hours looking at those wedding photos.

 

We were told that houses are being built smaller.  I hope that means we are going to be less wasteful in the future.  We only have one earth and we have to learn to take care of it.

 

And, it is nice to see that international frivolity can bring us all together, when the New York blue team played elephant polo in India and won silver.  What’s life without a laugh and friends, and elephants?

 

Finally, they ended with nature, as they always do.  This time it was in the snowy mountains of southern Colorado, with squirrels and trees, snow and running water.  Is there any better way to start the week?

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