Adventures in two feet of snow
Two words to my much-beloved hometown: Sidewalk plows.
Seriously, guys. You tout yourself as America's walking city, and you know how many people take public transit or just walk to work altogether. It's not a brilliant idea to entrust sidewalk shoveling to homeowners who may be old or sick (and waiting for the kid next door to get home from school to hire her to shovel), oversleeping, or vacationing in the Caribbean.
Grrr. Sorry, just had to get to work this morning, and making my way to the bus stop along a street where maybe five houses had their front sidewalks shoveled was nervewracking, as I had to walk in the street. One of my favorite high school teachers died that way--walking along the side of a street whose sidewalks hadn't been shoveled, she had nowhere to retreat when a truck came, and the side rearview window crushed her skull. So all the way to the bus stop, I'm just thinking about poor Miss Mazur. I was not in a good place by the time I actually got safely onto the bus.
Seriously, guys. You tout yourself as America's walking city, and you know how many people take public transit or just walk to work altogether. It's not a brilliant idea to entrust sidewalk shoveling to homeowners who may be old or sick (and waiting for the kid next door to get home from school to hire her to shovel), oversleeping, or vacationing in the Caribbean.
Grrr. Sorry, just had to get to work this morning, and making my way to the bus stop along a street where maybe five houses had their front sidewalks shoveled was nervewracking, as I had to walk in the street. One of my favorite high school teachers died that way--walking along the side of a street whose sidewalks hadn't been shoveled, she had nowhere to retreat when a truck came, and the side rearview window crushed her skull. So all the way to the bus stop, I'm just thinking about poor Miss Mazur. I was not in a good place by the time I actually got safely onto the bus.