I got on the El today, skimming the Greek historian Plutarch's essay on Alkibiades for an paper due later, but then I noticed something at the front end of the car by the doors between the cars: two pigeons were huddled inside the El car. I waited for the car to get crowded enough, so people to startle them. It took 'til Belmont for someone practically sat on top of them. They flew over everyone, and then sat in the doorway. Someone threw them bread, and a couple people and I hatched a plan to get rid of them at Fullerton. I shooed them out with Plutarch, and as they flew into the crowd of people waiting to get on, I shouted, "Get out of here, damn Depaul kids!"
