As I drove to church this morning, my wife and I barely
avoided an Audi SUV whose driver apparently had no clue that others might also be
driving on the road. Our quiet Shelby
County road is one-lane, curvy, and very tight in spots. When we built our house here sixteen years
ago, I was a relatively young pup of thirty-five years. Being enthusiastic for my new home and
neighborhood, I tried my hand at organizing my neighbors to get our little road
widened for safety. I quickly learned
that this was a non-starter. My
neighbors informed me that the road was one of the main reasons they moved
here. They said it kept the “through
traffic” out. Unfortunately, it also
creates the necessity for constant anticipation of the potential dangers around
every curve and over every hill.
