Taking a local bus home I saw a sight I have never seen on the bus; I saw a Sheriff.
I asked Los Angeles Sheriff dude what he was doing on the bus. I wanted to make sure he wasn’t just going home. He answered, “Being a presence.” And then I responded, “So you’re giving tickets?” He laughed and said, “No, I’m being a presence for the safety of the passengers.”
I then asked him was this going to be a regular thing, because it needed to be a regular thing. He explained to me that the Sheriffs would now be riding the busses (locals included) owing to a new directive by Art Leahy. He said they are mainly going to be on the Westside, because that is where people complain the most.
I told him I wanted to file a complaint right now. He said, “You have to file it with Metro.”
(People on the Eastside and in South LA, please complain. I can only write so many emails and letters on your behalf.)
I told him that he really needed to check out the local 51 and 53, because those busses were exciting, in the bad way. I then told him about the local 60 and how when I rode it that people’s crack pipes were rolling around on the floor. He told me he would take note and try to ride the 53 and 51. He said he was fully aware of the insanity of the 60 and then told me a little anecdote about his ride on the infamous line.
“Usually we like to ride the busses early, but I ride the bus late because I want to see what’s going on outside of traditional work hours. I got on the 60 once and two guns hit the floor and slid to the center of the bus.”
Yeah Sheriff dude, the 60 is CRAZY. It’s blog entry crazy. If you are a blogger or a reporter and want to have something interesting to write simply get on the 60 after dark and ride it from beginning to end.
This is just a woman taking the bus perspective. I’ve got no press release or notice from anyone that this is happening. All I can say is trust me this happened. A Sheriff was on a local bus at night in a scary neighborhood to protect the passengers.
And then a pig flew by my front window when I arrived home.
Miracles are happening and it’s not even Halloween yet.
by Browne Molyneux
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