I'd brought a pad of paper with me, expecting that perhaps I'd find time to do some writing on this column, but even during the slow periods it was more interesting to visit with the others personing the station along with me. What's more, the main feeling that took shape in me while reviewing the voters' ID cards was a sense of how divorced the topics discussed in these columns are from those voters. In the past I've argued that "RL" is really only a synonym for whatever sort of life we're most used to, with no greater claim to being the real thing (if there is such a thing) than any other transmutation. Yet somehow, as I looked at those ID cards and again and again noted to myself how divorced my chosen topics of discussion seem to be from the people I encountered, I had the strange sensation of being met smack in the face with what might be called the default "RL", perhaps even the "silent majority RL".