I've had plenty to say in this blog about our sidewalks -
the way ignorant homeowners treat them,
what people do to push back, the price we Centerpointers collectively paid for the rare and locally-popular segment of sidewalk along West Walker Street, which I refer to as the
Bridge to Nowhere because it doesn't currently connect to much else,
the consequences of our society's general lack of sidewalks, the
specific growth impediments caused by League City's lack thereof, and impacts of
threatened future failures to include sidewalks.
Today, for a new twist on an old theme, we have this gentleman to ponder.
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Out for a stroll during rush hour - but that's a narrow curb he's balanced on, not a sidewalk. Because there are no sidewalks here, either.
League City Parkway westbound before West Walker. |
Being a student of human nature, I watched this gentleman tightrope all the way down League City Parkway to his destination which was apparently the
Gas Dude, and then all the way back eastward to an unknown location - never leaving the curb, the flat top of which must be all of about six inches wide. No shoulder to the road and cars rushing by at about 50 miles an hour within about three feet of him. As he walked with an apparent beverage raised in his right hand.
In terms of self-preservation, this strikes me as an exceptionally poor strategy, but he seemed to come through it OK. This time, at least. I still think that my pic of
those young people walking in the traffic lanes across FM 270's Clear Creek bridge with their backs to oncoming vehicles is the most hazardous non-sidewalk scenario I've photographed to date, but this one is perhaps a close second.
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