We’ve all heard of “Army Intelligence” et al (sorry USArmy, it’s out there and is probably not true).
Here’s a new one. “Crosswalk.” I spent six months encouraging the City to install one. After a woman died last week, they started curb cuts and put in a crosswalk of sorts.
In this town, cars speed up and honk horns in crosswalks in a state that prides itself on getting vehicles to stop for pedestrians and a city that is known for fining jay-walkers.
We’ve had the crosswalk for a week. My old dog and I can’t cross there any more. We go from other curb ramps with yellow in a spot where we can see speeders coming around the corner. City Traffic, you messed up.
My husband looked up signs that go in the middle of the street. They cost $200. It’s just a base with a drawing of a pedestrian on it, placed in an orange cone.
I don’t want us to die here because of angry, vengeful motorists. I just told a story to my Dad and an old family friend whose daughter, when I was five years old, was hired to walk me to and from school because there was a crosswalk in a village of 400 people (it went to 1,500 when college was in gear). People were nice and they stopped for a little kid and her “nanny.”
No-one stops now and I try to get people to stop sometimes, but sometimes I jay-walk and look for a police car so I can solve the problem. Forget the Mayor and elected representatives, this has to go to the precinct. Or the governor, oh, him, forget about that.I guess I can make the precinct a lasagne. Dee
Cooking with Dee 