After a good mind meld with a co-manager at work, I figured I was going to take one later commuter train home. Turns out all trains were late due to downed trees on the tracks from the high winds. I'll arrive in Baltimore Penn Station 90 minutes late with a butt that has been on the train for two hours--twice normal. Wife, who's about to burst with baby any day now, is graciously picking me up. Hopefully, my massive headache will go away after some egyptian food. Riding on a commuter ferry boat on the Hudson River was much more fun than this train.

- mike lee - crawling along the northwest corridor