November nutties: Stroking the duster

A lumpish 40-year-old man busies himself on the Red Line with some things in his cloth clutch bag.

After futzing around a bit in the bag, he pulls out a long, cylindrical plastic carrier and opens it. He carefully slides a colorful feather duster.

The duster has long, green and yellow feathers sprouting out of a toucan head.

He lays it in his lap and lovingly strokes it all the way from Argyle to Howard.