The subway car shook as it rumbled down the track,<br />
clack-CLACK-CLACK,<br />
CLACK-clack-CLACK,<br />
clack-clack-CLACK,<br />
with all the promise and none of the delivery of a rhythm. We all<br />
shook with the car, swaying in time, like tide-pool anemones tossed<br />
by the same waves. For a Sunday afternoon the car was relatively<br />
crowded, but there was a lot going on downtown that day. It wasn't as<br />
crowded as a weekday morning, though; we all had room to breathe,<br />
even if everyone couldn't sit. Alan leaned against the po