Sunday Stroll

Our little dead end road dumps out onto one of the semi-major thoroughfares running through our town. This normally busy road is what prevents Sam from walking to and from work. (This, of course, is back in the pre-semi-self-quarantined days of long ago, when there was still work for him to deal with.)

Sam's once upon-a-time job is/was a little more than a stone's throw from where we live but unfortunately, this major road separates home from work.

Navigating this busy street is difficult under the best of conditions. You can insanely choose any spot along the road you want and attempt to dart across the street when you foolishly think it might be safe, running the risk of playing a (near) fatal game of Frogger.

Or you can more wisely hoof it down to the far corner where there's a set of traffic lights, press the button, wait for the Walk light to come on, and then, when it eventually does come on, run across the street, hoping that people won't run the Walk light in what I am sure is a patriotic effort to conserve gas by turning right-on-red, thus running through the Walk light - and you -on their way to the adjacent liquor store.  

Because of this dynamic, Sam takes, or rather, took the ADA bus to and from work everyday (which we all hope will happen again someday).

But on Sunday, which happened to be Easter, Sam and I went on a couple of walks. Crossing this normally busy road was almost eerily easy.

Obviously, this is due to the aforementioned semi-self-quarantine. What was particularly shocking to me was that, while it took a while, people were actually taking it to heart and more-or-less staying home (other than visiting the aforementioned liqueur store - which is forgivable since it was, after all, Easter.).

As much as I don't like people, even for me it was a little disconcerting. Weird.