Balmy weather, picnic tables in use in December, palm trees and sunshine, transvestites wandering along the paths: There is little about Plummer Park that brings the Soviet Union to mind.
In fact, the observation brings a burst of laughter from Boris Levitas, 79, a former warehouse supervisor and World War II veteran from Kiev, and his two companions. In this country 11 years, Levitas comes to Plummer Park in West Hollywood every day, he said, often with his granddaughter, and spends two or three hours before heading across the street where he works as a volunteer at the Assn. of Soviet Jewish Emigres.
One recent afternoon he was in the park with two friends from the emigres' association: Yury Serebryany, 62, from Odessa, who has been in this country for one year, and Boris Gorlovsky, 40, from Kiev, who arrived with his family just one week ago.
As they made their way through the park, it was clear that Soviet emigres, especially the older generation, have made the park their hangout. A group of women sat at a picnic table, conversing in Russian and playing cards. They were well supplied with bags of sandwiches, and there was a bowl of chocolate on the table. Nearby, Soviet men, World War II veterans, some wearing their medals, played dominoes. A bagel peddler, sacks of his wares slung over his shoulder, walked from one cluster to another.