Suitcase man.

Each morning as I enter the train there is an old man sitting by himself in one of the four person seats. No one ever sits with him, and for good reason. He always takes up the entire area with a large suitcase that he has with him. The suitcase seems to be about 40 years old and filled to the brim. I don't know what is in there, but he holds it very close to him. I have seen him pull old newspapers and hankerchiefs from there but no other hint at what is inside.

He also wears a suit that is about as old as the suitcase. It is a beige tweed suit, same one every day. It is falling apart and seems like if he leans in any one direction, it will crumble. He wears an old blue dress shirt that almost looks ironed, and tattered at the same time. He hacks, and coughs and his skin has a papery look to it, as if large peices are flaking away.

I think he is homeless, but what puzzles me is why is he taking the train into Boston every day? Is he a homeless guy from Providence that panhandles on a corner near the financial disctrict? I just wish that I could find out what the deal was with him. Maybe one day I will follow him and see where he goes...