It was good to be back on the train, it always has been. I started off in the morning with all the other rush hour people. Another good thing; I knew my way around so I automatically fit in. It’s important to me to fit in in a place where I used to live. And I lived in New York a long time. I mean, who wants to come off like a tourist? But I wasn’t going to work, technically I was being a tourist. When I’m in my old homes I guess appearances are everything; it was just a minor example of my recasting myself, if only for that day.