I'm a lasagna boy!

Adventures on Caltrain, Pt. 3

This morning I rode the bike to the CalTrain. In the seat across from me, a heavily-tattoo'd man hummed along with a Palaestrina score, miming the actions of a chorale conductor.
The mutton-chopp'ed conductor hollered "High Ball! High Ball!" as the train pulled away from the terminal, precisely on-time.
And I read about the (re-) construction of the Transbay Terminal ("An idea that has been in the works for 37 years"), a $2 billion project San Francisco voters approved in 2000.