The 6:59 ambled along toward Hummerville and Priusville as the sun went down.
I shifted in my seat, perhaps to take something out of my pocket. Stiffening my back a bit, I happened to peer over the seat in front of me.
My gaze caught some pure, unadulterated cheesecake: a playing card featuring a naked guy in a very cheesy pose–hand behind head, other hand laying limply at his side. Buck naked.
It was the 7 of diamonds from a nudey-guy deck. The card was, er, bent.
You typically don’t see such things on the White Mail Express.
I won’t describe the man holding the card with any great detail; let’s just say he was older, with a white moustache.
He stared longingly at his nudey 7 of diamonds for several seconds (and perhaps a long stretch of time before I happened to peer over), then slipped it into the front pocket of a small brown carry-case the size of a Tom Clancy paperback.
The man then turned his gaze out the window, staring at the Kensico Cemetery as the train roared past.
Perhaps I was projecting, but he seemed sort of lonely.