Today's Post is Not a Review.

As some of you may know, I ride a bike occasionally - though I have been sidelined this year by a couple of things; I have a daughter who doesn't want to go to school/wake up early, and it was a million degrees this summer. When those two things aren't going on, I'm actually a pretty good commuter, and ride the full distance to my office. When those two things are going on, I end up driving rather than riding, and I don't like it. In an effort to at least get some saddle time in, I have been riding to the train station and taking the train part of the way to the office. Maybe all the way, I'll never tell. I do ride at least 5 miles on the way home, so there is that.

Normally, I never see anything worthwhile on the train - I've actually ridden enough that I know some of the regular characters. I'd love to take a photo of the guy who dresses very nicely but overdyes his hair for you, but I think he'd catch me. He is obviously some sort of businessman, and he carries a very nice briefcase.

I guess he likes to party as well, because as he got off of the train, this little baggie dropped in his wake.

This is maybe 1/4" square, and I was totally shocked to see this fall off of his person. I don't know what it held originally, but I don't know of anything other than crack that comes in bags that little (or so I've heard). This guy is always dressed in a nice suit and overcoat, and he has to be at least 50 years old. I would never have noticed him, except for the fact that he dyes his hair a severe black. I don't know that he is doing crack, but I do know for sure that this dropped off  his person as he exited. I assume he is a banker or a financial person, because he is always reading the Wall Street Journal as he rides.

That is what I saw on the train on a foggy Friday. You never know what to expect.