In 1917 she became a commuter from her home in Sewickley, a Pittsburgh suburb.
Only God and the Commuter know how to get there, and they alone know why they stay.
Other trains may be jumped about on the time-card, the Commuter is oblivious of their fate.
Once aboard the 5:37 the Commuter trails his way into the smoker.
The Commuter is not more concerned about that 5:37 than ...