That’s the question
All older people asked
And if they didn’t ask
They were thinking it
Good days, bad days
Work got done
Or, not done
Things went the right way
Things went astray
Going faster and faster
Didn’t always make things better
Where’s the fire
what’s the hurry about?
You’ve got so much to do
And only so many
Hours in a day…
But you know when the truth is told
That you can get what you want
Or, you can just get old…
Billy Joel’s, Vienna Waits For You–
A nearby beach community recently came up with another gem of brilliance. I’m not a resident, so none of the following affects me directly. These are simply annoyances when passing through.
Beach boulevard intersections were converted to a series of intersections requiring J-turns. Left turns from this major, four-lane thoroughfare, are accomplished by going past where one formerly turned directly into shopping centers; then by entering double left turn lanes, making U-turns, then making right turns.
Did that make any sense? Reasoning was to avoid left turns against oncoming traffic at busiest intersections. No argument from me on traffic safety issues. I think pedestrian-friendly overhead walkways are needed more. There have been numerous pedestrian fatalities.
I’m against their proposed traffic circle on Canal Rd. Why take a perfectly controlled intersection and turn it into chaos? Is it that the city doesn’t want to maintain traffic signals? Most people in this country don’t know how traffic circles work–as to rights-of-way.
I refuse to pay 3.50 fare each way to cross the Intercoastal Waterway on their privately owned bridge. So what, if it’s an extra five miles to go around. It’s the principal of the thing. Rumor is, they may build another new bridge to the west of the existing one. It would also be privately owned.
I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.
A thousand mile journey may begin with a single step, but ends with piles of dirty laundry, unruly, overgrown lawns, luggage to store away.
That’s the necessary stuff–not including the extras, getting back into routines, catching up on neighborhood gossip.