for quite some time now, i’ve had a strange and abiding relationship with metro north and thoroughly enjoy every time i get to take a ride. with family in connecticut, just off the new haven line, this is a semi-regular occurrence. maybe it’s the people watching, with the week-day commuters and the bridge-and-tunnel kids. maybe it’s getting to appreciate the splendor of grand central with a cup from irving. maybe it’s the bucolic tri-state towns and the possibility of catching a glimpse of wildlife. maybe it’s how soothing an uninterrupted train ride is. maybe it’s the cushy new cars, with their clean bathrooms and abundance of electrical outlets. or maybe it’s knowing that when i disembark the train in westport or fairfield, i’m going to see my family, which is always a welcomed occasion.