According to mildly amusing essay in the Westchester Review, “Earth Shakers” ride the 6:19 and 6:44 out of Larchmont, barristers board the 7:34, and slackers such as yourself ride the 10:22 “Ghost Train.”
When careers have fizzled and youthful vigor has given way to hopeless decrepitude, many riders are ready for the increasingly popular GHOST. It runs Monday—Friday, carrying faded relics of previously successful businessmen looking for that one last gasp before well-deserved myocardial infarction. Most cars on the GHOST are designated quiet “despair” coaches, stocked with yesterday’s Times and Journal, both complimentary, of course. The head end car is reserved for wheezing, and making frantic but unsuccessful calls to former colleagues who can’t seem to place the callers’ names. Look out for old friends—many passengers have formerly ridden the 5:43 a.m.