The forward-most car on the 5:30 p.m. 303 train from LaSalle Street station in Chicago to Vermont Street in suburban Blue Island is ungodly noisy.
It has a screech not unlike a large dying animal when the car shifts from left to right as it slowly leaves the station.
But it doesn’t impede the conversation that occurs between the long-time commuters of the forward-most car on train 303.
They all know each other and have for a long time.
They greet each other with hugs and ask after loved ones they know by name.
When I found my way to the forward-most car on train 303, I was lonely and growing bitter commuting in from the Chicago suburbs every weekday.
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