It’s the noon train out of Concord. Stepping into the car, I settle into my bedbug-ridden urine stained seat. The car, typically empty at this end of the line, does not begin to fill up until Lafayette and Orinda.
I open my backpack trying to decide which book is up for rotation. It had been a week or so since I spent some time trying to unravel the monomyth as drawn out by Joseph Campbell’s, “The Hero With A Thousand Faces.” So, I open up where I left off.
Thus, this day’s journey begins.
