I wrote a story for the Arlington Beat. I'm that cranky old man, shaking his cane at the system--or in this case, two non-intersection crosswalks near Arlington High School.
I’ve repeatedly told my daughter to be cautious while crossing the street. Look both ways. Look again, and then maybe again, just to be sure. “Better yet. Wait for me, and we’ll cross together.” We live on a busy residential street, and I have nightmares of some car whipping around the corner.
Busy streets make parents worry. Without us to hold our child's hands, we hope they use common sense. We trust that drivers pay attention, and that roads are appropriately marked for the benefit of both car and kid.
I admit the crosswalks near Arlington High School make me uneasy. Continue Reading...