Small planes
scare some
Big People
the way
Big Boats
worry
a small island
with one harbour
full of boats
able to go
in the flats
after clever fish;
with quick lizzards
and slow bugs;
birdsong to charm
worms from sandy yards;
even the bakery's
only got small donuts.
The right small island
shrugs-off
Big Things
carried ashore
on small devices.
The best approach
to a small island:
land light as you can,
leave lighter still.
- "Saint James" March 18, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Abbey Rude?
Quality over Quantity |
Many, perhaps a majority,
have also mastered the artistry and learned the proper algorithms for
admittance into a handful of precious colleges; thus guaranteeing lifelong
wealth and true happiness. Soon, even the students will learn to take over this
task from their parents.
The local school and club
teams here, as well as individual athletes, compete at the highest levels and
demonstrate superior discipline, persistence, and desire to win – and these are
just the ten-year-olds!
Admittedly, nobody has yet
figured out how to replace the bridge on our Central Avenue, but, even here, you can’t
have everything.
These are not complaints or
sly criticisms. I merely record what I see and hear from perhaps too aggressively
proud parents at cocktail parties.
In short, we live in a
goal-oriented, achievement-focused, fast-paced competitive local environment
every bit as capable as China’s or Silicon Valley’s. There is no reason to
shrink from being proud of living local and competing global.
Except that all this talent
and energy expended on big things might be just the thing preventing us from
performing some of life’s little things just as well; and, these are the kinds
of details which have an enormous impact on civility, generosity, courtesy,
mutual respect, what we have come to collectively call Quality of Life.
I refer, of course, to simple
rules of civility, while driving in town.
With this in mind and as a
public service, let’s take a look at some of the simple things which we could
do much, much better, if only we could apply some of that global market
dominating focus upon them:
Learning the official, actual, enforceable rules of marked
pedestrian walkways. I moved to
Laguna Beach, CA in 1974 and I distinctly remember being horrified as my friend
totally disregarded busy weekend traffic on Pacific Coast Highway (a kind of Boston Post
Road with an ocean attached on one side) and stepped into the road to cross.
Vehicles of every description came to screeching halts as her toe hit the first
bit of crosswalk!
It worked every
time, with the exception of when one encountered out-of-state visitors in
rental cars, often, I’m sad to report from New York or New England. Today, when
we visit California, every driver and pedestrian still seems to not only know
the rules, but to obey them with some content.
Contrast
that with local experience when trying to cross the street in clearly marked
crosswalks. Some work better than others, the one at Elm and Purchase Streets
for example. But, that is the exception. Have you ever seen a driver in town
pulled over for going through a marked crosswalk while a pedestrian is trying
to cross? Nor have I. Are you even confident as a pedestrian that you really
have the right of way in town? Not exactly, based on actual use, I’m afraid.
Here’s a big
one I encounter all the time? At a traffic light, if the driver has a green,
does the pedestrian in a crosswalk still have the right of way? I do not think
so, but try telling that to certain pedestrians stretching the rule.
We have got
to find a way to do this better. Post simple rules in town? Start enforcing
much more often? Make this an SAT question? Get rid of the crosswalks before
something terrible happens?
C’mon, we
are a people who invented an absolutely free system of having 845 million friends.
Surely we can learn how to walk safely again.
Can’t we?
Hello! Did we not ban talking on a cell phone and
holding it in one hand to the ear while driving vehicles, many of which are the size of beach cottages,
around town, any town? Aside from special stakeouts at strategic places or
occasional bad luck, drivers talking on a cell phone held to the ear with one
hand, which should be on the steering wheel, now seem to have free reign in
town.
Really, is
there anyone out there who believes that this law is seriously enforced, or
even could be enforced by even the most diligent police department (and ours is
very diligent and professional)? I didn’t think so. We’d have to build huge
detention centers to hold errant callers. The only way that this can stop is if
we just stop or admit defeat and get rid of the law, if there really is a law.
Anecdotal
evidence suggests that half the drivers we see now totally disregard the
requirement to talk hands-free while driving. This is not just a local issue;
it has become a dangerous joke in many places.
Notice we
haven’t even mentioned checking emails and texting while driving, which are
more dangerous and far too prevalent. We’d do well just to stop talking on the
phone and concentrate on the road. Some of us, too many, are Double-Dippers,
driving through a crosswalk, scaring the you know what out of a peaceful
pedestrian, while talking on a
cell phone! Say Goodbye, Gracie.
Learning to use turn-signals again. I am old enough to remember my grandfather getting a
new car with a truly marvelous option: automatic turn signals so that drivers
no longer had to reach out the window to signal. Ah, the excitement of it all!
Later, and
this is hard to imagine for many people who apparently do not even know that
all vehicles still come with this feature, people simply used these signals as
a safety precaution and courtesy to other drivers all the time. And, if they forgot, while momentarily distracted,
they might even get ticketed for not signaling or at least feel a tinge of
guilt.
Today, the
courteous and safe use of the automatic turn signal, not an option feature I
might add, and I’m not making that up, is the exception and not the rule. Time
after time, especially when vehicles exit off
95, they do so as a surprise.
Tell the one
behind me that I am going to slowly exit? Please, I can’t be bothered. After
all, she might take my job away or his daughter get my son’s place at the
University of Global Intensity.
Instead of a
virtual flick of a finger while turning, how about an actual flick of the wrist
to use that au courant turn signal
app!
We have
succeeded so well in achieving Quantity of Life that we may have forgotten during
the recent challenging years about making time for Quality of Life. This
requires composure, courtesy, generosity, even cheerfulness, not to mention
driving as though we are cruising in the country instead of barreling around
some racetrack in Verizon-land.
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