On the train this morning was a colorful character who boarded at L’Enfant Plaza. He had more or less wrapped himself in that yellow DO NOT CROSS police line tape. He was carrying an old tape recorder, connected to a Bose headset. And he was yelling. It was actually kind of funny because the whole car got quiet and was listening to this guy yell. As the train crossed the Potomic, he started yelling out, “That light post looks like your sister.” And: “And that one looks like your mama.” At one point (we are already back underground), he yelled out, “I don’t see a light post that looks like your grandma.” It was strange.

He got off at my stop, headed into the mall and disappeared.