I got up early this morning and drove over to the train station to go downtown on the 0728.
I walked into our beloved, albeit vacant, 30th Street Station around 0800 and immediately went to the newsstand to buy the Sunday Washington Post and an Economist magazine.
No restaurants or food kiosks are open at that time of the morning except for Dunkin Donuts so I re-boarded the northbound return train a half hour later with my lucre and a paper bag containing one chocolate donut and the stench of that awful Dunkin Donuts coffee swirling around me.
I felt a need to buy this particular Sunday paper to keep as a souvenir as to what life was like before lesser-minded and suspension-of-disbelief morons take over and start trying to figure out how to solve the big problems facing all of us on this planet.
I am sure they will be really, really successful at that.
Meanwhile, I will just keep reading and re-reading today’s Post and remembering the days when intellect mattered.
I make no apologies for being smart.