BY KELLY CAPUTO
The Tuesday morning train that I take into the office shows absolutely no signs that we spent the past two years, and are still experiencing, a global pandemic. It is absolutely packed to the brim with individuals on the way to their jobs in Manhattan; so much so, that all seats are full, and some must stand in the aisle for the 40-minute commute, elbow to elbow, and hanging on to the handrails above head.
Thankfully, I am able to find some calm in my morning by putting in my Airpods and listening to a 10-minute
