Seen on the Metra Train to Fox Lake at about 10:35 a.m.
About a year ago, George boarded a train headed from New York to Chicago. He had been hired by a prominent architectural firm, and he couldn't have been happier. However, when he arrived in Chicago, he found himself perplexed and alarmed. He had heard that Chicago was very different from New York. Some even went so far as to call it wild. But he never expected anything like this. The men were running around in thin shirts and denim trousers, and the women--well, the women were simply indecent. And you should have seen George's face when he saw his first iPod! You see, when George boarded the train in New York, it was 1891. When he arrived in Chicago's Union Station, it was 2010.
George stumbled up the escalators and out of the station. He was absolutely horrified. The unfriendly black and gray buildings towered around him like gargantuan prison bars. And when he tried to see the tops of them, he was shocked to see that they pierced the heavens. He was almost flattened by several passing cars. George might have helplessly wandered for days or weeks had he not encountered Sally.
The first building he entered was a bookstore; he thought he'd feel safer there, since he at least knew what a book was. He first saw her flipping through an H.G. Wells anthology. She had red hair tied in a low knot at the nape of her neck, and a kind face. When George walked up to her and explained his impossible story, Sally actually believed him. She brought him back to her apartment, and over the next few months she tutored him in modern American culture. She even found an online program to help him learn AutoCAD, and eventually he was, once again, hired by a prominent architectural firm.
Yet he also ended up with something far more important to him than a job; he ended up with Sally. They were married, and now George proudly struts around Chicago with her on his arm. They make a lovely couple, she with her red hair and soft white coat, and he with his pinstripe vest, pocket watch, and blue bowler hat. He couldn't be happier.
I was going to take a break and not write a story today, but then I saw the man in the blue bowler hat. I thought to myself, "Okay, Steampunk McGee, you asked for it." I hope you like it.