the rosa parks fellow

every day on my way to work via rail (until lately a pipe dream in LA) i transfer from the blue line south to the green line west at what is labeled "Rosa parks station" but which, until last month, most train drivers called "imperial/green line"...

since the death of Rosa parks (for whom the station was already named) the drivers have all switched to the proper name, and I've noticed a strange little man occasionally braving the double, ground level tracks to get to the sign announcing to all southbound travelers that this stop is "Rosa parks"...

this little man (60? 70?) in a threadbare suit, white, balding, thin, seems to go out of his way to wipe the sign down, and since ms. park's death even has from time to time left some flowers, much to the chagrin of the security officers who check for tickets and passes. well, today, one of those officers (30's, stocky, possibly Latino) was helping the old fellow, keeping an eye out for trains, and judging from his nervousness, his superiors.

it was a sweet LA moment that one can see only when one is disconnected from the auto...