
Tales of the Rail, Part I
I do not like to drive. That being said, I am one of the few Republicans that I know who actually takes public transportation. For the last couple of days I have been taking the short hop from Mission Valley to Downtown San Diego. Maybe a 30 minute trip counting waiting time and one transfer.
Taking the train in San Diego is usually an interesting experience. Sometimes the trip is terrifying, particularly late into the night. Often there are bizarre and unsettling experiences. For example, late last night when I jumped onto my Old Town transfer train, a mob of visibly nervous police came storming in with dogs and searched the cars (20 minute delay… put up with with droll humor by everyone over 30 with the same rolled eyes I imagine one saw a lot of in the Soviet Union, and noted loudly by every young male under 30 every 10 seconds, loudly. One would think they would be the last ones to want to attract the cops, but there it is). The train is always a study in diversity. The one demographic rarely seen is the elite politicians and ascot wearing country-clubbers who love to spend our money subsidizing these dinosaurs.
Back to diversity. On my trip this… Read More