But these days you can never leave. It’s one thing when you take work home with you, but Wednesday night Facebook made me take the commute home with me as a tragedy unfolded. I’d gotten home around 7pm. My wife, who had been sick all day went immediately to bed. After I ate dinner with the kids, they read while I poked around on the computer.
A little before 8pm, I looked at Facebook and a friend who I sometimes see on the train (we’ll call her Lisa) had posted almost an hour earlier, “Let’s put our lives in perspective. The train I’m on just hit a person. Very sad.” We went back and forth for a while. Had the conductors announced it? Yes. Others asked if Lisa had seen anything. She was sitting in the front car, but no, she hadn’t seen. She thought the conductors had, though. Then, as she learned more, Lisa said it was actually the train in front of hers that hit the person. Her train got delayed for quite some time, and she said that once they started moving again, she saw guys with flashlights looking for body parts. This all happened near Greenwich.
I checked for it in the news on Thursday, and the guy who got hit was a 21-year-old from Long Island. At 6:45pm, he was hit by an empty Metro North train. (This was around the time that I was driving home from my train station.) Trains were delayed in both directions for about 45 minutes. According to the news reports, the flashlights Lisa saw were police, firefighters, and EMS responders spreading out to find the whole victim, not just parts of him. Apparently, he was in one piece and wasn’t dead yet when he was brought into Stamford hospital. He arrived in a state of cardiac arrest, but died soon after.
The articles I could find said the accident is still under investigation, but one of them reported that the man walked onto the tracks right before being hit. Whether intentionally or not, it seems a horrible, painful way to go. On a lighter note, the title to this post is the lead in to one of the most recognizable guitar solos ever recorded. It’s kind of strange how a pretty depressing song can sometimes lift your spirits. Here are The Eagles playing Hotel California when they got inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1998. The line leading into the solo comes at 4:12.
And although he’s cleaned up in this video, back in the day, Don Henley had quite an afro on him, didn’t he? If that ‘fro can’t cheer you up, I don’t know what can.