Sone of the most rememberable moments happened on the infamous Red Line back in Chicago.
For several years that was my most reliable means of transportation for work, play & then some.
Despite constant defensive stares, religious sermons with the obvious concluding “give-me” pitch. the usual drunkard with bottle in hand…oh yeah, can’t forget the froggy type just lookin’ 2 grab someone’s purse, it was still considered home….
Yeah, yeah I know. Seems strange but it is what it is…lol
Peace!…with 2 fingers;)