The train was just about empty when I got on at 15th St. in Center City. I was slightly self conscious due to the fact that I looked like a drowned rat after my shower at yoga. Usually, I like to write on the train. There's something about the sound and the motion that gets my thoughts flowing. There was a lot of work to be done before Sunday and I was well into the second page of my writing, when I heard a person calling out to me. My general policy about talking to strang