Last week, I took a train from Norwalk to Grand Central for the first time in four years. I can&#039;t remember rush hour ever being such a bad experience.  The train was late and jammed with many people standing.  The car was cold, had a strong funky smell and the seats were dirty. The ride reminded me of a documentary on train travel in rural India except there were no people or small farm animals riding on the roof.  I don&#039;t know how regular commuters can do this ride and still have good energy and attitude at work.