Life

I was thinking about how different my life is here on the train.  Having a home that moves from place to place and the fact that all 300 neighbors move each time I move.  We have a dynamic that is very much like  a large family or a very small town.  Everyone knows everyone else's business, your life becomes public knowledge.  Because of this I have chosen surround myself with all of the G rated people. On the train runs we play board games, have potluck dinners and just laugh and entertain each other.  Sometimes though we need to get into some mischief just to stir things up. 

One of our clowns is a little too serious, so he is a great target.  We cooked up a plan to kidnap one of his door magnets.  We carefully constructed a ransom note by cutting up food packages and then we took his Jack magnet and left the ransom note held up by a new Santa magnet, and waited. He left a lost poster on his door with a drawing of Jack asking for his safe return but refused to meet our ransom demand.  We didn't hear anything else and I just about to return the magnet when one of the other clowns told me that she had accused of taking Jack.  When we heard that we decided that the magnet needed to be suffering from Stockholm Syndrome and we started taking photos of him during our travels and leaving photos with notes on the clown's door.  We decided in Washington D.C. to return Jack to his rightful owner, I guess it is time to find some new mischief.