A few days ago a homeless guy ended up on the railroad tracks.

It was right outside of my office door.

The tracks are fenced off, so either he fell from the street above or he jumped down- but regardless he was stumbling around in a daze and holding his head.

The police showed  up and the Fire Department and  a First Aid Car.

And the entire time I hear from the street, from the place where commuters wait for their rides home to the suburbs…

” Is there a train coming? “

” Did somebody hear a train? “

” Was that a train whistle? “

It wasn’t fear I heard in those voices, it wasn’t apprehension or nervousness…it was…

glee.