For the Love of Soccer
On the way home the other night I got on the purple line and ended up at the Wilshire/Vermont station. I had always wanted to see it because it is a layered station where the southbound track runs above the northbound track. Also, the design of that station is beautifully done. While there I decided to check to see if this station had mice like the 7th street transfer station. So, I stood on the edge staring down at the track. Inevitably I see a lot of trash, lost headbands, paper, cups and the occassional article of clothing while looking for the tiny residents of Track City. No movement. No scurrying. No Track City suburbs. Just as discouragement was setting in something moved to my right. I turned and saw a guy jump down onto the track. He scurried across to the far side next to the wall, bent down and came up with a soccer ball! He threw it up onto the platform and scurried back across the track and up to safety. He then collected the ball and began to practice his ball control. Happy as a clam. :-)