More later. Must take out the dog as it’s nearly seven in the morning and it may even happen again.
Remind me to tell you what I did.
Sorry to have to leave you but Zoe needed to go out. Saturday morning we were out a few minutes after seven, between two wheelchair ramps in the middle of the street. I messed up my ankle on these blasted sidewalks coming back from the grocery Thursday afternoon and was icing and trying to take it easy,
There were three cars coming one way, behind a red light a block away. No traffic the other way. Halfway across the street with Zoe, me limping, a 1960’s green or light blue car came screaming out from no-where, passed the three cars right in front of our place.
I couldn’t move any faster so when he went back into the lane right in front of me I stood with Zoe behind me in an X and yelled out “HEY”. He careened around me on to the wrong side of the road and luckily averted us.
Note to police. I did not call. Yes, I’m sorry I never got a license plate number but I was planning for Zoe and me to be dead in 1/2 second and didn’t think of helping you on that one.
There are two signs here, but no crosswalk. This man must have been going at least 50 mph on a road that’s called “Place” for a purpose. I’ve been trying to get the Mayor’s office to actually paint a crosswalk by the signs, and am certain people here would even pay for the paint. No answer.
Dee
Cooking with Dee 