It was a frosty cold February (of 1991) early morning home commute for Joe and I. After a long work day in the slide industry (pre-MS PowerPoint), a fellow free-lance production artist and I leave the office at 2:30am. We both head to the Grand stop of the Red line to head northbound. After waiting short while for the train, we enter an EL car of 10 half sleepy riders. We take a seat together in the middle of this car. At the very next stop (Chicago); a woman in her 50′s enters the EL car and situates herself behind us, nearest the doors, perpendicular to the rows of seating. Joe and I are chatting about various matters, when I catch wind of the fact that the woman who most recently entered our car is taking off her large winter coat. Using my peripheral vision as well as the reflection in the windows as a viewing aid, I observe her proceeding to take her blouse off. I inform Joe of my observations. He is astonished and unbelieving. He slowly and indiscreetly witnesses for himself the happenings as I had described them. Now, minutes later, she is discarding her dress. As the train moves northward, making more of the stops along the line, the approximate 11 people in the car have become aware of this late night “show”. The train has now made it to the platform of the Belmont stop with a SWAT team consisting of three uniformed officers and a muzzled German shepherd, awaiting the doors to open. The people in this EL car motion that it is in this car that the “trouble” exists. The gentlemen persuade this bag woman to exit the car; to posibly be taken to some homeless shelter.