Posted on 04/07/2012 1:58:19 PM PDT by SamAdams76
This should give you a big clue as to who drives down this road. Obviously, many drunks use the road, along with other irresponsible types.
Do you really want kids walking down this road? How many would die if a drunk swerves off the road? How many will die from a teenage texter not paying attention?
Your local gov’t has given you 2 bad choices. Reject both. I would suggest an 3rd choice on the Ballot: Cut salaries of EVERY school board employee enough to keep all the buses running.
Before you put up your sign, find some poison ivey and smear it on the sign (wearing gloves). You’ll most likely still lose the sign, but somebody will pay a price.
BTW; I grew up in the city. High school limit was 3 miles. Outside that got you a pass for the city bus system.
Bad news; It was quicker to walk through lumber yards and factory lots to school than take 2 connecting buses.
Good news; That bus pass allowed me to ride any bus in the city from 6 in the morning to 7 in the evening. For a kid who played hooky often, it was a ticket to adventure land.
Look up the school staffing and count the number of administrators! On your sign put “Save the school buses! Fire two of the ______________, administrators!”
I must say the weirdest experience I had on a rail trail was when I was on vacation in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. We were out there visiting family and I found a rail trail that was 50+ miles long.
I took it for a good stretch one morning and was walking through endless corn fields. I had my iPod with me and was listening to a Pink Floyd playlist so when I heard sirens, I figured it was part of the music, it being Pink Floyd and all. However, I came to realize that I had heard this song before and never remembered sirens being part of it
So I took out my earphones and realized that the sirens going off all around me were actually tornado sirens. As well, the skies off to the west were extremely dark as a thunderstorm was approaching. I about jumped out of my skin because I was about three miles away from my car back at the trailhead. I figured I was in serious trouble.
As I walked/ran towards my car, the storm cloud passed by behind me and as far as I know, a funnel never dropped from it. But whenever I hear Pink Floyd, I am reminded of that day.
As a broken down Jarhead with bad knees, I’ll take the car.
I’d say the title word “suspicious” is rather an understatement!
Nothing like a nice rambling story with a surprise at the end. Great article as always.
Stay off that trail, unless you’re packing more than yogurt!
I’d suggest a concealed .45.
; )
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