I remember having a software consulting job in the DuPont Circle area of Washington, DC.
The folks I worked with at the client location were such a great crowd to be with that I hardly remember much of what happened after the work was done and we all repaired to the Front Page Restaurant across Connecticut Avenue to unwind.
I am on record for having little aversion to unwinding but sometimes things teetered close to the edge for me with this crowd of hail-fellows-well-met.
After ten in the evening on those Front Page nights I tried to keep a careful watch on time since I needed to make a Red Line Metro subway to Union Station in order to catch the last train home.
I was never stranded- at least, I don’t remember being stranded.
Today was the last day for my extant targeted leukemia chemo which has been somewhat of a disappointment to all of us in its efficacy against my unwanted genetic translocations.
In a metaphoric sense, two trains have come to my station stop and failed to get me to Union Station for that last train home.
After the usual testing and examination coming this Thursday morning, we will purchase a ticket on the last train coming my way and just hope this one doesn’t leave me stranded.
If so, I am buying everyone a round at the Front Page before I go. Stop by!
Just for fun, here is a picture of my last train from the station:
Oh, and why not a background image for the story?
