||[Jul. 23rd, 2009|08:40 pm]
Kelly J. Cooper
I feel kinda stupid, yet empowered.
The last few Thursdays, I've been working 2nd shift at the Million Year Picnic.
My habit has been to leave the house early, stop at TEA ZONE for some flavor of his tasty iced tea (sweetened with brown sugar syrup - YUM), then cross Elm Street (sometimes stopping for cash), pass through the parking lot for that tiny strip mall next to the gas station (where all the taxis cut thru), then cross Somerville Ave to head down Oxford Street to where I stop for lunch, the Oxford Spa.
Crossing Somerville Ave is a pain in the ass. I think "this is a pain in the ass" every time I cross it. And the only crosswalk is at the Beacon Street Bridge, which requires you to wait through multiple complex light cycles before giving you a walk signal. There isn't one in the other direction for quite a ways.
Thus annoyed AGAIN, it occurred to me that I might be able to request a crosswalk. Or at least find out why there isn't one (there used to be one, about halfway between the gas station and the light at the bridge). So, on a whim, I called 311 and asked how I would go about requesting a crosswalk. Not only did the nice lady tell me the process, she actually opened a work order for a traffic engineer to come out and take a look! (Er, that's the process. You request a work order for an evaluation and the city decides whether or not to put one in.)
I'm pleased. And slightly less annoyed with the world.