We’re traveling at life’s speed. We merely blink at the bachelor walking the walk of shame in a tux, or the gracefully hung-over group of friends exiting the station platform with pillows in arms. We never notice the family coming out of the Holy Church, and the old, possibly still drunk man enjoying his 1:45pm cigarette. And we definitely don’t stop to appreciate the aspiration in all the eyes on the street. So as I stand in line at the ticket machine waiting to start 2010 with the guy behind me proclaiming the beginning of a good year with 4 chili cheese dogs..I bid you well.