Wow, I was at one with the T this morning on my way into town to meet a couple buddies for coffee at the Espresso Royale Cafe on Gainsborough. It was a very thoughtful crowd on the red line. We’re talking deep, deep thoughts, meditative thoughts, we’re talking Buddha Consciousness on the red line here. There was even a chick doing yoga.

I felt so at peace I had to think, what’s going on here? It was before eight, first of all, on a Saturday. I counted the number of passengers in the car with me. 13. We could have had a couple more and still had–each of us–enough space for all of us and our deep, deep thoughts. But I’d say you get any more than seventeen and things start getting too cramped to open your heart chakra.

On the way home, after the gym, I was at Downtown Crossing. I was still feeling pretty zen, but it was getting more crowded. There was a dejected-looking white guy in a long leather overcoat, with a big plastic shopping bag and a suspicious-looking teal blue duffle bag. He would’ve been a pretty good candidate for a suicide bomber if it hadn’t been for that teal bag. I mean, there was just something so eighties about it. Even infamous would-be shoe-bomber Richard Reid had up-to-date sneakers.

But even if it wasn’t a bomb in that big teal duffel bag, there was some manner (and maybe all manner) of evil in there, I can assure you. I’m not going to speculate as to the contents here in mixed company, but evil was among its contents. You could just tell.