I Manage the Beatles!
There is a seat near the front of every LA Metro bus reserved for the elderly and infirm. I can no longer credibly pretend not to be elderly, but I’m still pretty firm, so when, at the end of my daily Long March late yesterday afternoon, I relinquished the reserved seat, the only one available on the 316 when I’d boarded at 3rd and Western, to an ancien…
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