Penn Station, the Amtrak lounge. Your favorite financial blogger with an overnight bag and an oversized coffee. I have chargers and phones and tablets and laptops and plugs coming out of my ears. This is how we roll these days, I guess. Cyborgs.
The lounge is jammed. Out-of-towners clustered in groups of twos and threes, you ever notice how people from a certain place always look and dress alike? Like aliens from the 1960’s Star Trek space station scenes, they walk down the halls together speaking in their alien languages – it’s English but not the kind of English that I speak.
They are cued up in front of the big board, trains and tracks being announced, bomb-sniffing dogs and army guys at all the entrances.
I’m waiting for JC (All Star Charts) and we’ll be grabbing Dr Phil Pearlman along the route. We have “Business Class” tickets, which I suppose means that the car we’re in will not have free-roaming livestock or unwashed urchins snatching iPhones out of our pockets. Which is good.
I’ll be working; my treadmill of emails awaits the moment I connect to the train’s Wi-Fi.
This afternoon I’ll be speaking (along with Todd Sullivan from Value Plays, Phil and JC) at Harvard University to students and faculty about “Trading in the Wild“. I mean to give the kids a damn good show. I haven’t prepared anything yet, but I think I know which direction I want to take this in. I have a client or two in the area I mean to connect with as well at some point today or tomorrow.
After the show, we’re doing drinks at the Russell House Tavern in Cambridge. If you’re in the area, I hope you’ll come by and say hello.
Posting will be light today, have a good one.