For some silly reason, I heard a narrator’s voice in my head saying things like “No one ever went to that train station, because the townspeople all knew it was haunted.”
Spotted this placard in the Metra car, as I was riding home. The Japanese-sounding name seemed a little out of place on a railcar, so it caught my attention.
From time to time, I’ll board the Metra and I’ll find myself on one of the older train cars. It’s like an instantaneous jump right back to the 1970’s.
Yesterday, I paused to read the sign. And took a photo. Because I wanted to share this story with all those other busy Chicagoans who, like me, may not have noticed it in their hurried walks through the station.
On arriving at Millennium Station this morning, I walked through the doors to see a huge crowd gathered. I was curious what was hapening, and went in for a closer look.
I don’t see any sign. Do you see any sign? No? Well then how about you shut up then?
Spotted this on my way home from work. I imagine this guy stopping at the store, buying some bread and milk, and picking up some extra swords for the weekend.
To compound this notion that the tickets were mine: I couldn’t find a trash can anywhere nearby. With all these tickets clutched in my right hand, I was wandering around briefly looking for some place to throw them away. Finding none, I had to keep walking with them, a small bouquet of tickets in my fist. I really must have looked like a crazy person.
On my way in to work this morning, I spotted a fun thing. At Millennium Station near the Randolph/Michigan exit, I spotted two vendors who had set up shop. On the left are some guys selling fresh fruit; on the right, there’s a guy selling Krispy Kreme donuts.
Not sure why fog makes things so interesting. I guess a large part of it is that it prevents you from looking too far away, and forces you to focus on things that are closer and more immediate.
Originally, I thought these statements were all from the same person or voice. That they were part of a single narrative. But on re-reading things now, it seems that whoever created this talked to a lot of different people. Possibly asking the questions “Where are you going? Where are you coming from?”
I can’t really zoom in, or walk over and peer down… so I figured the best I could do is post a photo and ask around on the Internet. Maybe there’s machinery located underneath the ground here, to control switches and such?
It was funny to encounter this the very first time: it showed a certain kind of doggedness, a certain kind of determination. But I’ve seen these buckets multiple times since – and they seem to have been growing in number, the past few months.
From time to time, there are large freight trains that kind of just “sit” at the 53rd street Metra stop. I don’t know if they’re paused here momentarily, but on occasion they seem to be here for a few hours (in my mind, the driver’s thrown on some blinkers, and has stopped off for lunch somewhere nearby).