I want to WALK
I really shouldn't complain. My family lives in a comfortable home in a really nice neighborhood that's close to a city park (with pool) and a top-rated elementary school. I work about three miles from my home, and on nice days, I can ride my 110 (plus) mile-per-gallon Honda Metropolitan to and from work. All in all, I really shouldn't complain. But alas ... I do. I wish I didn't have to ride anything to work. To be perfectly honest, I'd rather walk.
Call me crazy, but I'd rather walk to work, walk to lunch, and I'd prefer to walk to the store on my walk home to pick up those "Honey, could you pick up ..." items.
In my tiny suburb of Heidelberg, Germany, I remember being able to walk to various places like the ice skating rink (Eishalle), the local Italian ice cafe (Eiscafe), stores like Woolworth, the bread store (Bäckerei), the local meat market (Metzgerei), and so on, all without breaking a sweat or worrying about losing "time." Now I spend countless minutes per week on streets built for cars (not humans) scurrying about town as I try to complete the chores of the day. (sigh) What happened to human-scale communities? Well ... I have a few ideas, but I'll save those for another post.
Call me crazy, but I'd rather walk to work, walk to lunch, and I'd prefer to walk to the store on my walk home to pick up those "Honey, could you pick up ..." items.
In my tiny suburb of Heidelberg, Germany, I remember being able to walk to various places like the ice skating rink (Eishalle), the local Italian ice cafe (Eiscafe), stores like Woolworth, the bread store (Bäckerei), the local meat market (Metzgerei), and so on, all without breaking a sweat or worrying about losing "time." Now I spend countless minutes per week on streets built for cars (not humans) scurrying about town as I try to complete the chores of the day. (sigh) What happened to human-scale communities? Well ... I have a few ideas, but I'll save those for another post.
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1 Comments:
I agree, it would be nice to be able to walk everywhere. The thing is, even if you could walk, you would break a sweat in the Texas summer heat and you'd come to work a'reekin'. Heck, I break a sweat walking from my car to the grocery store.
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