I don’t often call people out for misguided opinions, but this is outrageous. On the website of a local radio station, news reporter Cindi Campbell took aim at Maine’s crosswalk law. It’s too hard on drivers, she wrote. Pedestrians should not always have the right of way.
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Common Sense is an Oxymoron
This may seem at first like a trivial topic, but I assure you that I am driving toward a larger point.
I grew up on Maine’s Blue Hill peninsula, where, to paraphrase Richard Hooker, author of the M*A*S*H books (long before the TV series), it’s often quicker to get into a car and drive four miles than to make a phone call. It was true then and it’s true now, given the sometimes spotty cell phone reception. The area is a panorama of seascapes, blueberry fields, trees, and small towns and the meandering roads that connect them. The main roads have route numbers, but most people know them by their local names: South Street, the Mines Road, Penobscot Flats.
Because it’s impossible to drive very far in a straight line without running into the ocean, the roads don’t run straight, either. They overlap and combine. Route 172 in Blue Hill is also route 15 and 175. Different roads going different places, they join for a short time.
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In the West there was panic when the migrants multiplied on the highways. Men of property were terrified for their property. Men who had never been hungry saw the eyes of the hungry. Men who had never wanted anything very much saw the flare of want in the eyes of the migrants. And the men of the towns and the soft suburban country gathered to defend themselves, and they reassured themselves that they were good and the invaders bad, as a man must do before he fights.
— John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
I am lucky to have a livelihood that can adjust to the pandemic in relative safety. I teach creative writing at a university. For me, working from home is merely an inconvenience, while many of my fellow citizens are unemployed or at risk at work.
The University of Maine has welcomed students back on campus (and seen at least one COVID-19 outbreak). But I won’t be in a classroom this fall. Half of my classes were online before the virus, and it wasn’t hard to convert the others.
Maine isn’t a bad place to be marooned in. We’ve been spared the worst of COVID and we have, so far, avoided the violence around street protests in other parts of the country.
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