One night on the subway. . .

A Few Years Ago I was riding home from work one night on the subway. A baseball game had just ended, and the train was jammed with fans. I sat next to a window, and despite the noise and activity, I wanted to finish a magazine article I'd been reading.

A father and his grown son got on. The father sat next to me, and the son stood directly in front of us, near the doorway. The dad was a robust, hard-nosed-looking kind of guy, and he and his son were having a very involved discussion about the ballplayers and the game they'd just seen.

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