sleeping policemen

 

The logging trucks roll by, piled with oak logs one to two feet in diameter—sometimes piled higher than my porch.  I wish I had gotten a picture of the pile that rolled off a truck last week being picked up with a front loader. Didn't think of it at the time. People in town have called the state police, but they never come down here. Bill thought he should paint a Keith Haring-like outline of a person on the road. I thought maybe of a dog. I have also considered a midnight installation of quikcrete sleeping policemen. I mean, the posted speed limit is 40 mph, and these trucks are going 80. Carly called the state rep, and I thought that was a good idea, so I wrote "my" state rep and senator. They don't need to know I vote in NYC.

 

"I live in Thomasville, and I am afraid. 

I live right on the road in town, and logging trucks roar past here at 80 mph. Last week, one lost a load of gigantic oak logs right across the street from me. Had they come off a bit closer, they would have taken out my house. 

  When a new bridge was built here some years ago, it was said that rumble strips would be on it to slow down traffic. That was not done. I propose that  rumble strips be placed at both sides of town, where 40 mph signs are posted. Over the years we have lost countless dogs. No children, fortunately, as yet—probably because we don't have that many children. We have no law here, no police. Rumble strips!"