I managed to turn 30 yesterday. I’m not quite sure how that happened. Somewhere in the last 10 years I have managed grow up from being 20 and thinking I knew everything… to being 30 and still thinking I know everything.

I guess some things don’t change.

It’s interesting who you cross paths with on the T. A lot of people who ride the T are just like me. But not everybody. Thursday, on the evening rush hour ride home, I was standing in the aisle of an overcrowded, under-ventilated trolley next to a guy reading a catalog for brushes. He studied two full pages of square and oval brushes for a full 30 minutes. There were brushes of varying bristle material, length, and firmness. Only on the T. Very strange.