This morning while waiting for the train I was minding my own business, reading an article in the latest Time about Richard Clark, President Bush, and 9/11. Evidently a picture on the back of the folded page made it obvious what I was reading about. An older, possibly homeless, man began talking in my direction.

"Man, God bless us! God bless us all! Except Bush!" I smiled politely. "I mean, there weren't no weapons of mass destruction!" I looked around. He was talking to me. "We gotta get someone else in there. Martin Sheen for President! You ever seen that West Wing show?" I shook my head no. "Well it's about the President. Oh well, I'm going to get off my soapbox now." I go back to reading my magazine. "Martin Sheen for President!" pause "Maybe even Hillary and Oprah for President. The woman vote and the black vote." I pretend not to listen. "Man, there sure are some fine women here in Chicago." I sigh. "What am I sayin? There's fine women everywhere!" I hold the magazine closer to my face. "Martin Sheen! Ha ha!"