When we fail to implement our plans, we miss a massive opportunity to demonstrate the benefits of safe infrastructure, and we fail to build up the base of support we need to stand up for that infrastructure.
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If you're Lucky, you can snag a Lucky Day copy of Yesteryear. The Lucky Day collection makes bestsellers with long waitlists available. But you can only get one if lucky (Lucky) since you cannot put a hold on them.
Hillsboro Pike and Crestmoor in Nashville.
According to The Internet, Don Schlitz and I had something in common. We both, at one point, lived at the Villager West complex in Nashville.
A piece of road at the roadside. Très artistique.
Drivers looking and thumbing at their phone in front of their face while driving is one thing. Doing it while making a turn through an intersection and a crosswalk or two is another. So far I've only ever seen youngish women do it. Daily, from my bus stop.
This driverless Waymo has picked up Nashville driver habits. Inching forward and blocking the crosswalk at red lights.
Book recommendations?
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Hello, dear Nashville Mutuals. Do you know whether the bathrooms by the Shelby Park baseball fields are accessible on Saturdays? Will be in the nearby pavilion there with friends on May 2nd and it would be nice if they were.
I was looking for my old zoo tweets. Lo and behold this link is still alive:
mashable.com/archive/twit...
My tweet from Nov. 2009:
Twitter has a variety of uses. RT @mashable Twitter and Penguins: How the San Francisco Zoo Uses Twitter [VIDEO] - bit.ly/17gFHw
Get your archive from old Twitter.
It's a zoo out there.
Just like those colorful shoeboxy roadside churches in Florida, Nashville's naive tourist-please-come-here wall decorations add an endearing je-ne-sais-quoi to the vibe.
Lol
Green Hills library is closed for renovations. There are *zero* early voting locations in 37212 or 37215.
Violets. The French candy them.
Problem with streetlights at Blakemore and 24th Ave S in Nashville. Four crosswalks, two overhead lights, one blocked by foliage, dark crosswalk, from Dragon Park to Blair. Darkish intersection for pedestrians and bicyclists. Pedestrians seem only to exist when they die, not even when injured.
Historic holes and bumps on 24th Ave S by the VA in Nashville. Bonus: the newish fiber groove, width of a bicycle tire, filled with brittle stuff but not quite.
After many years of fading into nothingness, a bunch of crosswalks near Vandy have been repainted. Yay! But on the stretch of 24th Ave S by the VA, the same holes and bumps live on and need to be avoided by one's bike, the same holes and bumps I dodged when dropping off the kid at day care in 2003.
Krugman's Substack is great. It lands in my email box and is often the 1st thing I read in the morning. I appreciate how much more freely he writes now compared to his more constrained columns in the NYT back in the day.
Maybe there's money in Choose for cleanable seats?
Seats on the 140 WeGo Murf' bus (the 55).
In this WeGo bus someone is reading The New York Times. The PRINT New York Times.
There's a man on my bus with a hat that reads 'The Tortured Poets Department'; he's reading a book titled? There's a woman doing some lowkey solo karaoke & the driver saying nothing, & a regular with a Beale Street shopping bag. And a man with a Music City Hockey Tour shirt. And ten randos incl. me.
The 7 bus due to leave at 11:35 went poof. The 11:55 just left Duff Central. Me, sitting on an ant-free stretch of steps under a tree whose loose branches cascaded to the sidewalk in the ice storm, some still here, chilling. All good. ... Ooops, a bus!! Not on GPS?
Has my 7 wego bus gone honkytonkin'?
Thursday night my friends drove us through honkytonk land uphill on Broadway and then we were following a Waymo. The next day on my block in Hillsboro Village there sat an empty Waymo waiting, I guess, for someone to close its doors.
"where cars get to drive in the bike lane in order to do right turns on red through the pedestrian walk signal"
*without even slowing down at the red light at all*
endangering bicyclists and pedestrians alike, alas
What started as plain cauliflower turned into couscous. Following an exploration of the fridge and cupboard.