These were the worst and best moments of my afternoon commute.
I loathe the Jackson St. tunnel between the Red and Blue Lines. It feels and smells like a pre-Temple-Grandin cattle chute. I hate it so much that i often switch trains at Block 37 instead, even though it costs an extra quarter. Music is the only thing that can make it tolerable, so i try to keep a song in my heart while i shuffle along with the rest of the herd. Probably because i still have that great concert Friday night on my mind, today the song was Springsteen's "Tunnel of Love."Maybe next time it will be this one.
There was, as i hope there always will be, a light at the end of the tunnel, and a little live music from my favorite buskers on the Red Line platform. I'm glad that other people appreciate them and have had the foresight to record them. This is how they sound.