marywanderer

This was a particularly hard winter. There was a lot of snow and a lot of ice. I should know; I fell three times on the ice. All I ask is that the kind people of
Oak Park shovel and salt the side walk. It isn’t just for me, but let’s think of the children. A lot of children walk to school the same way I walk to the train station.  I am not only thinking of my sore behind, but I am thinking about little Timmy and Sally. What are they going to do when they fall and break something on the mean streets of
Oak Park? Do they continue on to school, or do they go home crying to their mothers? I didn’t know what to do, but being a grown up, I sucked it up and called my mommy. She told me to go home, and being the rebel I am I went to work. Ha! That showed her. So please
Oak Park residents, can you please just throw some salt on the sidewalk next winter? Timmy, Sally and I want to thank you in advance.

      Walking in the rain can be nice. A lot of romantic movies have had a scene where a young couple walks hand in hand in a warm summer downpour. Walking in the rain is not nice when it is nearly 40 degrees outside and the rain is coming at you sideways, and your purse umbrella is rendered useless by the huge gusts of wind. I am not really complaining about the rain; I expect it to rain and I am almost always prepared for it. What I do not understand is people in their cars. They can see me, getting rained on, and yet they don’t let me cross the street. Why is that? They are warm and dry in their car, and most places there is a stop sign or traffic light ahead. Are they in that much of a hurry that the 10 seconds it takes me to cross in front of their car will make them inexcusably late? I believe it is a state law that pedestrians have the right of way, but whenever I choose to exercise that right I get a honk or an obscene gesture. WTF?

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