Look. I don’t mean to get all real and stuff. I know everyone’s just trying to make it through yet another 50-degree midwinter day here in New England, and it’s not easy, what with the clear roads and limber, painless back muscles from not shoveling snow. But you know what? Life happens. Like it or not. And sometimes it isn’t pretty.
Look at this. Don’t you dare look away.
That is --- or rather, it used to be --- a whole, functioning streetlight and street sign. Well, kind of. It only marked one of the streets that make up the corner (the other one apparently isn’t any of your business), and the light worked now and then. Anyway, one night --- last week, last month, last year (who knows?) --- it all came crashing down. Literally. Now it’s just laying there, dead, on the corner where my office is. That’s right. I have to look at this carnage every day on the way to my comfortable office job with enviable benefits. People ask me, “After all this time, don’t you get used to it?” And the answer is No. No, I don’t “get used” to it. Sure, I've learned how to hop over potholes and frost heaves and avoid the larger expanses of broken glass and scatterings of party cards with pictures of gigantic-bottomed ladies on them, but how do you forget about an entire downed streetlight that isn’t going anywhere? Even the metal pickers don’t want anything to do with this. How are they going to fit that thing in a little pickup truck?
And what about the children….’s parents? Or childless adults who drive or walk in the area? How will they know where not to enter? Or which way to the path to health? This is a travesty. This is blight.
Also, the State of the State address happened. You can read it here. The gist of it is, we’re broke, and we’re jerks. Go Rhody!
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