So I started riding the Metro Blue Line to and from work each day about two months ago. In this time I’ve heard and seen some pretty interesting things. Take this morning for example: train was stopped for a while at the Wilmington Imperial platform with the doors open. I was a little spaced out, thinking about what my day had in store for me before I realized that we weren’t moving. It was then that I started to notice a growing number of LA Sheriff deputies gathering on the platform. If you ride the trains a with any regularity you see these sheriff guys a lot. They provide security for all of the Metro lines in LA. They are usually huge, barrel-chested guys with crew cuts and an all business attitudes. Not the type of people that like a lot of shenanigans from the looks of them. Anyway, after idling for a few more minutes I could tell something was up and, from the looks of it, it was more than a case of fare jumping. Just then, a hulking sheriff entered the train and approached the man sitting right across from me and said, “You, off the train.” The man had a lot of neck tattoos and a cigar behind his ear and was a big fellow himself so, for a second, I thought he might cause a ruckus, but he got off without a struggle. As soon as he was on the platform, out came the cuffs. The last I saw of him as the doors shut and we started off on our way to the next stop was him, legs spread, getting frisked, surrounded by LA’s finest. Don’t have a clue what, if anything, he might have done, but as we moved away I could see several sheriff cars parked up and down the tracks and a police helicopter circling above so, obviously, they were taking it pretty seriously. Oh well, it was time to get back to my book, “Between the Assinations” by Aravind Adiga. I read “The White Tiger” by him last week, mostly on the Blue Line and had to have more. Just another day on the Blue Line.