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Their city runs like a clock though. If you can navigate your trips through LA, DC's metro is a breeze. Their trains and buses run on time. Each station has electronic signs telling you how soon the train is coming. They use fare cards and automatic turnstiles.The drivers I rode with had voices like Casey Kasem and spouted all kinds of information such as, "...nnnnnn...The next stop is Rosslyn

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I ran into this lady on the 445 bus going north. She seemed normal enough when she sat next to me. However, as we travelled, I could tell she was looking over my shoulder at the journal I was reading. She broke the silence. The first thing out of her mouth was: "What's your birthday?""July 7." I replied."Oohh..." She said, knowingly. "Things are starting to ease up for you. Aren't they?""Excuse

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News Flash! LA metro named the outstanding public transit system in the nation for 2006!Click this link to read more:http://www.mta.net/news_info/press/metro_093.htmSo gas is about $3.50 a gallon. Summer's coming and it's only gonna get worse. The freeways are choked with traffic. You're running out of books on tape. You need anger management for your road rage. The Prius used to be a joke, but

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Thursday morning was uneventful, except for the drunk, homeless dude who was drooling on himself at the front of the car. He kept looking all around the car with a crazed expression on his face. I wanted a picture of him badly, but was afraid he would see me and throw disease infested filth my way in protest. However, I soon realized his stare was unseeing and snapped fearlessly with my camera.

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This morning, I rode the bus with this woman, named Daryl, that I met at Union Station. Here's a picture of her:She actually turned out to be a secretary at the registration department of Harbor-UCLA Medical center (where I work). She was putting salt on a lemon wedge and sucking the juice out repeatedly. Foul as this was, I found her to be interesting conversation and we talked as we rode the

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These guys were cool. They were also the loudest people on the train. They were a bunch of Cal Poly Pomona students on a field trip to the MOCA (Museum of Contemporary Art).That's Paul, in the back with the camera. He's got skills painting naked people. I think the guy on the left was Kendo? He and the quiet girl in black are graphic artists. Rene, in the middle, had a cool picture he'd drawn on

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