It's not just kids shambling their way to the bus in the morning that I speak of. The other morning I was on the way to work and there, ankling right down the middle of the appropriately named Walker Avenue was a man, a woman, and, I guess, a baby. The woman was pushing a baby carriage, is all I know. And they strolled along the macadam as if they were on the beach at St Tropez, just out for a stroll, la de da. At length, they became aware that horseless carriages were trying to drive on the road and they headed for the curb in a desultory manner.
|Ye Editor as a youth. Note lack of pavement.|
No, I don't travel far, but I've been to New Jersey on a fast train, and I see how they operate up there. I've been to Delaware, too, and the Carolinas, Georgia, Alabama and Florida, and in none of those places did I see any citizens strutting down the middle of a street like Parisians on the Champs Elysées, eating crêpes with girls named Suzette.
I don't know how this local custom began, but I know that it's not high on the list of local problems. All the bigshots with whom I have spoken (newsstand kiosk operators and parking lot attendants) regard this as a rather pedestrian issue. And maybe that's the problem.