What a morning for a walk! The Tres and I saw a couple rabbits this morning as we strolled up the Avenue, and yes it is an Avenue, not a street (Oklahoma Avenue).
As usual, the sun was not yet up during the biggest portion of this morning’s walk. I thought of those so-called citizens in our neighborhood, who litter the streets with their grass clippings and some of them also rake leaves into the street. Those of us who are real citizens, do not do that, as it affects the appearance and value of the entire neighborhood.
Back when I was a puppy, let’s say 65 years ago when we lived in Missouri, everyone would rake the fall leaves into the street along and against the curb. Then they would set them on fire. Heck I can remember people setting their dead brown grass in their yard on fire, getting ready for the spring grass to grow.
There is a couple who live up the street and they foster dogs, mostly the big white hairy dogs. They have a tendency to take a dog out in the street in front of their house and brush them, removing lots of hair and leaving all that hair in the street. That is littering.
Allow me to change topics.
When the Tres and I walk, we walk facing traffic. This morning as we were walking there was a vehicle coming our way. At first it was moving over to the other side of the street, seemingly allowing us a safe area to walk. Then, this mini van began coming back to our side of the street, it appeared to be heading toward us. About 100 feet away the van went back to the other side of the street and stopped where there were some kids waiting.
We walked by this van with a female driver, as they loaded kids into the van. Tres and I was at least 200 feet away when we heard a sound as if a vehicle had hit a vehicle. I turned and looked back when I saw what appeared to me as the van attempting to turn in the street. It seemed to have hit the curb making the noise. I hope it did not hit the vehicle that was parked there, if it did, it did not stop. The female driver went past us fairly quick, and she was laughing loud enough that I could hear her.
Was this female person a poor driver, did she not like German Shepard dogs, or maybe she did not like ole white people. Whichever, she is someone I do not want to share the road with.
May all drivers be safe drivers!
Ole lives matter! At least they matter to us ole people!
Senior neighborhood watcher, or just nosey grandpa, Don the Ford
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