Manhattan on a Brooklyn Train

It never ceases to amaze me how easy it is to spot the Manhattanites captive on my Brooklyn bound train. The furtive glances, the uneasy looks on their faces as they anticipate their stop. Most are out of the train by 14th St, but occasionally you get some ambitious types on a field trip to Tribeca or their friend's place in one of them 'luxury' buildings downtown. Unless protected by the herd, these are the ones that struggle to find someplace to rest their eyeballs, whose forehead can even sometimes be seen to glisten with sweat. As they say, life is about the small pleasures. Frank McCourt likes eavesdropping on old folks complaining about bowel ailments in the park- for me, there's nothing like a subway ride.