Pedestrian rage: it’s back. After another trip downtown yesterday afternoon, I started figuring up a few things. Remember this is not scientific poll, but I seemed to notice that guys with a strange piece cloth knotted around their necks are the most likely candidates for failing to obey simple traffic laws. I’ve found that I can expectorate in a most satisfactory way when these folks decide that the Department of Public Safety’s code for allowing pedestrian right of way can be ignored. This problem does affect all drivers. However, females, by my guess between the ages of 30 and 40, seemed most likely to yield, in abeyance of the same statutes. In fact, more often than not, the females would wave me across the street whereas the males would see how close they could get. I ain’t been clipped yet, but when the little white light says. “Walk,” I do believe that I have the right of way. It’s a small matter, but I’m planning on doing some bodily damage to the folks who like to cut it a little close. Again, I’m trying to obey the rules of the road, but apparently I’m about the only one. What a way to celebrate Earth Day, park the car and do nothing but walk. That’s what’s so nice about a trailer close to downtown — it’s usually eaiser to park and walk from here.
We kept the midnight fuel going, listening to music, eating take out fried cheese sticks, and waiting for my neighbor’s sister to show up. Great. All that anticipation, she rolls in right after midnight, and I’m too tired to talk. But that was two Scorpio girls in two hours. And there were certain common characteristics in both charts, the Neptune and Sun thing. Coincidence? I was too exhausted for further astrological research.
And there was that one image which kept haunting me from Wednesday afternoon’s sojourn: Tempe Train Tracks. As I was wandering along the railroad right of way, I kept thinking about a spring day in Arizona, and how much this was so much like that. There’s something there, a poetic nuance, an image from a scrap of paper, “Now by thy looks, I guess thy message” (Henry VIII, V.i).
