“Woke up it was a Chelsea morning”…
I was very excited that morning to be going to Chelsea. I felt very hip, literally, because we had been walking so much in London, much of the time with me carrying my granddaughter, that I felt every hip movement.
We left our Kings Cross flat, our haven for the week, and headed out to meet my son-in-law in Chelsea. He was taking classes in that fashionable section of London with so rich a history of 60’s rock stars. I was going to look for the tavern that was the Rolling Stones hangout, The Cross Keys.
“And the first thing that I saw”…
Well, the first thing that we saw was a Tube train (subway for us Yanks). It was jam-packed. It looked like one of those jars that was crammed with jelly beans and you had to guess the amount. When it stopped for loading, I guessed a gazillion. It was only loading because NO ONE WAS GETTING OFF THE TRAIN. The level of angst was rising in my lovely wife, for she doesn’t like to be in fast-moving, narrow cylindrical emcumbrances that move swiftly underground. My daughter, who had her 15-month-old asleep in a stroller, was looking a little sheepish also.
I gently suggested that we wait for the next train. Surely it wouldn’t be so crowded since the rush hour is over. Now I obviously don’t know anything about the sociological aspect or the engineering feats that go along with moving the masses in large urban areas. My only experience is me having to go to work in a town of about fifteen hundred people in the hills of eastern Kentucky. I live about five hundred yards from my work. But if you act like you know what you are talking about, it should bring great comfort to those in distress around you. That seems right, right?
“Was the sun through yellow curtains and a rainbow on the wall”…
So after waiting through two more trains, each more crowded than the previous one, we knew we had to suck it up and board or we would be late for our rendezvous.
All I can say is “Wow”.
At this time, I thought my wife needed more of my mass transit-wisdom. So I pontificated, “when we get into downtown London (do the Brits even say “downtown”? It seems so American.), the train will thin out because everyone will be exiting, Love.”
The laws of physics were being tested as more and more people got on this train and no one was getting off. I think everyone wanted a Chelsea morning.
Our “rainbows on the wall” were bearded chins, backs of heads pushed up against our faces, ear lobes,and armpits. I looked for my granddaughter, still asleep in her carriage and she was in a black forest of skinny jeans.
At one time my wife was nose-to-nose with a young chap for an extended period. They were staring at each other like two MMA fighters getting ready for a bout.
It was again time for more wisdom from her empathetic husband.
“Just take deep breaths.” I told her lovingly.
Now my wife is very adept at expressing her deepest feelings. She looked at me longingly with her blue eyes and said the phrase that every wife has, at sometime longed to say to her spouse, “If you say another word, I will punch you in the face.”
Silence became golden for the rest of the ride.
As evidenced of the photo above, I did actually see a rainbow in Chelsea. I liked the shirts hanging in this store window.
Joni Mitchell, I apologize for taking liberties with your beautiful words.
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