Barrio Logan Trolley Station

Barrio Logan is the start of what to expect from the Blue Line trolley stations. a lot of nothing. I’m not too sure why this stop is here other than to look in the distance and see downtown or look the other way and see an even less safer area. You’re pretty much stuck here out in the open and I don’t even know if you would need to worry about safety because it’s not really anywhere particular, but at the same time, there isn’t much you can run to if trouble comes. No security, no free parking, no layout. It’s really just a makeshift stop for those working nearby. It has a nice view of Coronado Bridge and that’s about all that’s going for it. This station would be better served if it was closer to Chicano Park, so at least it’s closer to the residential area it probably serves most.

Just another station on the Blue LIne.

This stop itself doesn’t offer too much but the benches are comfortable. In addition to that this is one stop that you guaranteed to get fare checked by a transit cop during peak hours. Should you decide to venture away from the stop be sure to check out Chicano Park, Las Cuatro Milpas and Ryan Brother’s Coffee as they are all just a short walk away.

Ten years can pass drowsily. Or they can fly by. Or the time can accumulate and then all drop away, and it’s a massive loss as well as a relief.
I don’t know exactly where I stand on this one.
The platform is forgettable and feels forgotten. I’m pretty comfortable here, or at least I was ten years ago. Perhaps not that impressive, but impressive for someone who was down for the day doing something completely legal but nonetheless harrowing. I didn’t know I’d end up in Mexico, but being on the other side of the fence (literally) was a humbling experience. I didn’t make the connection at the time, but it felt similar to my experience near the gates of Fort Benning, Georgia, at another protest. Or, to be perfectly accurate, receiving communion outdoors in a rainstorm outside of a tent. I was surrounded by all these people I didn’t know but who shared something with me. Maybe a background. I wish I were back there, but not just because of the ten years.
Wait for the train. It will come. People are always forgotten. Neighborhoods too, but sometimes they stick around in people’s memories longer than they stick around.
Long after the neighborhood is gentrified or paved over or just forgotten, people will talk about it. That’s nice. And sad.

Connections: Metropolitan Transit System Line 929.