Lilies Along the Road

Lilies along the road

Finally my Health Care Team figured out, with my insistence, that a three month’s supply of my nightly medication was a better idea than prescribing my static dose one bottle at a time; we are the greatest country in the world with the best medical care anywhere at any time, we take better care of our senior citizens than any other nation in the world, NOT.

This is Lilly; I have not seen her or her sisters since last summer. However, since I needed to risk life and limb walking down Route 2A to get my 3 months prescription at CVS Pharmacy, I decided to stop for a visit. The awareness and politeness of drivers frequenting this highway has not improved since last I wrote about them, By The Way! If anything, they have gotten worse.

Lilly and her family are looking lovely as always at this time of the year. Ample sunshine and regular watering will do that for a blossom or so I am told, and the flowers along Great Road that are fortunate enough to receive regular maintenance look healthy and robust; a stark contrast to those left to their own devices.

It is just eight A.M. and already I have broken a sweat leaving my Condominium Complex on Davis Rd. The traffic is brisk; drivers making their way to work have little patience for early morning pedestrians. I finally approach the corner of Davis and Great Road where I begin my long lapsed conversation with God; however, She is always willing to listen to me, no matter how long I have been absent.

The construction site at the Rail Trail is booming, filled with vehicles parked along the side of the road. The cars and trucks are lined up on my side of Route 27 for approximately one hundred to two hundred feet and there is even a Law Enforcement Officer, replete with a weapon strapped to his hip. There is little room to walk this stretch of highway even when construction vehicles are not parked here but today there is no space for a pedestrian to pass except in the northbound lane. The Police Officer is a young man of about thirty years of age but with a baby face. He notices my passing; however, unlike previous Officers he did not attempt to manage the traffic, leaving me to my own devices to pass the area as best I could.

The work on the Rail Trail is progressing slowly but inexorably and I make a mental note to check it out during the next weekend when the work crews are off and the heavy equipment is silent and still, if I remember (highly unlikely). Following my regular path, I cross 2A after the bridge and conclude my benediction in the customary fashion. Remarkably, I pass an elderly gentleman with a cane walking in the opposite direction; he is carrying a CVS bag.

“I like your style!” I commented.

“I am doing the best that I can.” He responded amicably.

I arrived at the dreaded Rt. 27 – Great Road intersection, the site of many a negative pedestrian/ vehicular operator interaction. The light for the eastbound traffic on Rt. 27 was green as I approached, it turned red just as I pressed the button and vehicles in this lane rushed to make it through the intersection leaving one driver at the light approximately six feet beyond the white stop line and directly blocking my path. There was no one behind him so I fully expected him to back up; however, he did not. The pedestrian light lit up indicating my turn to traverse the road and still the driver blocking the road did not back up out of my way. I was forced to walk around the front of his vehicle and yet there was still no other car behind his to impede him from backing up. I gave him my nastiest glare of death and shook my head but in that inscrutable manner of the Asian Race, he merely smiled and waved.

With my CVS bag filled with meds, I followed a reciprocal coarse home, stopping to chat with Lilly and admire her extended family. Crossing 2A at the appropriate time and place, I arrived once more at the Rail Trail construction site and the LE Officer who was supposed to be on duty. This time he looked up from his reading but again made no attempt to control or orchestrate the flow of traffic. I waited until there were no vehicles traveling on my side of the road before I stepped out into Great Road; however, a rather large SUV turned onto 2A from Davis Road just as I did. It was tight and I expected the female driver to stop to let me pass; however, she drove right on by ignoring my presence in the inscrutable manner of the Asian Race. The LE Officer made no attempt to intervene and did not call for the woman to stop or pull over. Has the world gone mad? Is the rule of Law a thing of the past? Can people now do just as they please? As I recall the law, vehicles are supposed to come to a stop when a pedestrian is in the roadway, or have I simply lost my mind?

Section 11. When traffic control signals are not in place or not in operation the driver of a vehicle shall yield the right of way, slowing down or stopping if need be so to yield, to a pedestrian crossing the roadway within a crosswalk marked in accordance with standards established by the department of highways if the pedestrian is on that half of the traveled part of the way on which the vehicle is traveling or if the pedestrian approaches from the opposite half of the traveled part of the way to within 10 feet of that half of the traveled part of the way on which said vehicle is traveling.

No driver of a vehicle shall pass any other vehicle which has stopped at a marked crosswalk to permit a pedestrian to cross, nor shall any such operator enter a marked crosswalk while a pedestrian is crossing or until there is a sufficient space beyond the crosswalk to accommodate the vehicle he is operating, notwithstanding that a traffic control signal may indicate that vehicles may proceed.

Whoever violates any provision of this section shall be punished by a fine of not more than $200.”

Wow a whole $200 dollars, no wonder no one pays attention!

 

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