As we rolled into LA we twisted and turned in our seats trying to identify the famous land marks. We watched the familiar freeways slide by as we zipped faster than the auto traffic in the secret metro lanes. These metro lanes are even better than those magic car pool lanes.
A young man planned his next two weeks of freeloading with friends on his cell phone as we neared LA and we were reminded we were on public transportation. He planned his life via cell technology inches from us and we experienced his every word whether we wanted to share his life or not.


At the arrival in Union Station we rolled into an underground concrete rail tracks. We exited into warm slight humidity and climbed the slowly rising ramps up to the “entrance to the cars” level. There were at least two main pathway ramps down to the cars. We had to get oriented to where we were under ground. We kept on the ramp and came out in the main terminal. The terminal does take one back at least a century. The walls are beautiful wood and the chairs are hardy wood and leather. The chairs are a comfortable place to sit, waiting for the train and watch all the people entertainment.