This morning on the Blue Line, somewhere south of the Slauson stop I’m fairly certain I saw a fully mature timber wolf standing alone in the knee-high weeds of an abandoned parking lot. It was just staring at the train as it passed. I swear to god our eyes met for a few seconds, ice-blue, and then it broke off, wheeled around and loped off at an easy trot for the back of the lot.

What a long-legged majestic creature. I wonder what it was doing in South Central LA?Anyways, if i see it again I think I’ll name it “Mr. Peanuts”. Maybe I can even befriend him with treats of beef jerky and hot dogs, but I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. I’m just blessed to have witnessed him today.

And, oh yeah… if you have a baby or kid and you live near the Slauson stop on the Blue Line, probably want to keep them in the house for a few days. I imagine that wolf would steal a fat baby faster than you can say, “Holy crap, that’s a wolf.”