Tosay was such a perfect September afternoon that I decided to walk home from the train station along the old interurban tracks. I figure I might as well do that kind of thing while I'm still young and stupid enough to enjoy it, right? And anyway, Dad's not around to do them any more.

And it was a really nice walk, too. Only when I'd got just far enough that it'd be more trouble to turn back than keep going, the tracks went behind barbed wire and No Trespassing signs, and didn't emerge again until I was practically at my front door.

Everybody sing along with me & Woody Guthrie, in celebration of the Great American Dream:

Was a high wall there that tried to stop me
A sign was painted said: Private Property,
But on the back side it didn't say nothing --
That side was made for you and me.

*sigh* And then there's Route 32, the limited-access highway, which basically cuts this part of the county in half, unless you're willnig to risk you life in a mad dash: the only ways to cross it is to go under highway overpasses that have zero sidewalks.

And it's so stupid! Because if there was actual pedestrian/bike access anywhere at all along that corridor, it would be so nice and make cars so much less necessary all around here.

Maybe I'll spend the evening e-mailing all the local candidates asking what they plan to do the get thing moving again on the WB&A Rail Trail.