And the train, train, train came down, down, down.

I enjoy riding the train. I am constantly wishing that Utah had a subway so I could ride it everywhere. It makes people watching so convenient. Well, some of you will recall riding Trax together when the coppers came in to check for tickets. Gary didn't have a ticket but he did have the notion that he could buy one once he got on. Mister policeman asked him for his ticket and when he didn't have one, escorted him off the train at the next stop. It wasn't quite so dramatic as everyone on the blimp thought when Indiana Jones threw that Nazi off, but the Cahoons were a bit upset about it and it was a little tragic when the doors wouldn't open for Christen to get off and join her husband. But, no need to worry. Seeing how it was Gary's first offense and he was visiting from out of town the cop let him off with purchasing a ticket and catching the next train. Our ploy to kick Gary out of the family once and for all was a total bust.

Oh, and January brought up a good point last night while reading all the little signs and rules on the walls of the train. Why is it that public place don't require that you wear pants? Perhaps if they did, there would be more people trying to defy the rules.