This is why riding the Commuter Rail in Boston is almost always special. Earlier today I was riding across from an eclectic young man who was feverishly scribbling in his notebook. What was he writing you ask? I have no idea. But what I do know is that he was also creating index cards with political jargon and other random nonsense. The best part was that he was leaving them behind for people to "discover". When in doubt...go fishing.