Shared Roadway: HA!

If I’m ever ever on my bicycle and get into an accident with a car, this is the most likely scenario: I’m riding as far right as possible, with traffic, as the law requires. I go straight, while the car next to me makes a right turn so that I plow into the side of the vehicle, which did not have its directional signal on. I say this because it’s almost happened more than once, or a close variation. Just last week, this variation. Car is at the red light. I pull along side of it. It starts to turn right, heading toward me – we weren’t even in the intersection yet, so I guess he wanted to hug the curb. I say, very loudly, “WHOA!” And he stopped. No, he did not have his right directional on. If he had, I would have held back. The apparent optional nature of the right directional signal makes it very difficult, not only for bicyclists, but for pedestrians as well.

Now do I always obey the laws of the road while on the bike? I do not. There are certain places in Albany (New Scotland near CDPC, Western Avenue between Pine and Manning, much of Lark Street) when I just don’t feel very safe on the narrow roadway, when cars have come dangerously close in the past. And, in these cases, I head for the sidewalk, always yielding to the pedestrians, as it is THEIR turf. When I’m on the roadway, however, I do the right things; I signal, I stop at red lights and stop signs, etc.

There’s a traffic circle around the Harriman Campus and also at Corporate Woods that have signs reading “Shared roadway”. This is peculiar in that most roadways, with the exception of the Interstates ARE – supposedly – shared roadways.

In re: this, three items caught my attention. The most direct is the death of a young woman on her bicycle in Albany. The usually mild-mannered Daniel Van Riper scolds the media and others for blaming the victim in his June 10 and 21 posts here. The second is a piece ADD wrote about the environmental impact of the automobile. The third is the widely-noted Vatican rules of the road:
1. You shall not kill. OK, stolen from the “other” Ten Commandments, but a good idea.
2. The road shall be for you a means of communion between people and not of mortal harm. By “communion, I don’t think the Vatican meant giving someone the finger.
3. Courtesy, uprightness and prudence will help you deal with unforeseen events. Why, oh why, do people speed up to a red light?
4. Be charitable and help your neighbor in need, especially victims of accidents. Some time ago, I had read this theory that all of those steel tanks on the road somehow isolate us from each other.
5. Cars shall not be for you an expression of power and domination, and an occasion of sin. Sin in a car? Why, whatever did they mean?
6. Charitably convince the young and not so young not to drive when they are not in a fitting condition to do so. This could cover everything from drunken driving to the road raged to those who’ve lost the ability to drive due to age.
7. Support the families of accident victims. Amen.
8. Bring guilty motorists and their victims together, at the appropriate time, so that they can undergo the liberating experience of forgiveness. Interesting. I’m a big fan of true reconciliation.
9. On the road, protect the more vulnerable party. YES! That means all up and down the chain, from trucks watching for cars to bicyclists watching for pedestrians.
10. Feel responsible toward others. Ultimately, what it’s all about.

(DVR and the Vatican in the same post. Will wonders never cease?) ROG

The National Soccer Hall of Fame

Considering the fact that my in-laws live in Oneonta, it’s rather peculiar that it took Carol and me nearly eight years to visit the National Soccer Hall of Fame in the small city. Carol and I, with baby Lydia, made it to the Basketball Hall of Fame in the summer of 2004 in Springfield, MA; I think Lydia was unimpressed.

Anyway, one might ask, why the heck is the Soccer HoF in Oneonta anyway. On the very first display in the Hall, that question is addressed. The colleges there, the State University College at Oneonta and Hartwick College both had had successes in the 1970s in soccer. OK, but still, why Oneonta? Because of its approximation to Cooperstown, some folks expected that they could make it another destination in the region.

Yes, I don’t know soccer, but my wife doesn’t really know basketball, either. While she loved that hall in Springfield, she and I were pretty bored with this place. At least until we got to the second floor, when we got to compete in some interactive games. Still, if it wasn’t for the fact that she got in free (it was Mother’s Day weekend), and I got in at 10% off with an AAA card ($11.25 instead of $12.50), it would have been an EXPENSIVE boring visit.

Of course, it can’t compete with the charm of Cooperstown. My father-in-law and I, as usual, went to the game last month, between the Baltimore Orioles and the Toronto Blue Jays. Here’s a description of the game, where minor league Brian Boch got 2 HRs, one a grand slam, and a double to lead the Orioles over the Blue Jays. My best recollections: off-key renditions by a barbershop quartet of BOTH O Canada AND The Star-Spangled Banner; four of the eight homers landing in our section, including one that hit just to my right, hit a concrete facing, then careened to the left in front of me.

Our favorite sport, though, is begging the center fielder for the ball. This is an annual event, where after the warm ups between half innings, the sections make as much noise as possible so that the player will toss the ball to their section. No one played this as well as Toronto outfielder Vernon Wells, who really knew how to milk the crowd. One time, he hid one ball while taunting the crowd with another. When he threw it to the one section, the other section moaned, until he produced the second sphere. Great theater for the three innings he stayed in the game.
ROG

I Love a Parade

I was very interested in Gay Prof’s piece on the gay pride march in Boston a couple of weekends ago, in part because I participated in Albany’s parade around the same time. Based on his piece and the several comments the piece generated, I’ve concluded that the Gay Pride march in the big cities (New York, San Francisco, presumably Boston), and the ones in smaller cities, such as Albany, are very different animals. The big city events, from what I read, have been co-opted by the advertisers trying to market to a niche, while our parade seemed as though it was making a statement.

Actually, I hadn’t gotten up that day planning on marching. But when I got to church, several of the members were working on the Albany Presbytery float with this cardboard Jesus in the front and a rainbow of colors decorating the float. The service had ended, the parade, which had, in previous years had taken place during the service, had not yet started, and so I joined in. there was a real sense of comradery – the AIDS activists, the PFLAG moms, the drag queens, the Presbyterians all there for civil rights, human rights.

Clearly, the crowds lining the streets were appreciative of the church taking a stand. Well, except for the one guy with a huge sign citing scripture about gaining the world and losing one’s soul. He could not have been happy about Christians, so-called in his mind, involved in such an activity.

For some reason, I’ve gotten on a mailing list of some Methodists – I used to be a Methodist – who are very disturbed by the policies of the church leadership. They actually use terms such as “gay agenda.”

On a related topic, our dysfunctional State Legislature has passed another one-house bill. Our Democratic Party-controlled state Assembly passed legislation in favor of gay marriage; the Republican-led State Senate didn’t even bring it up before they went home for a few weeks. Here’s the front cover of the paper that day. Don’t expect this to pass the State senate anytime soon.

The Lydster, Part 39: Dancing Queen


I know you’ve all been asking: just what music does Lydia like to dance to? The answer is just about anything with a beat. Sure, she’ll do the routines on the Barney video or move to the tunes on her albums, which I’ll play at her request, but will not initiate…

…but just as often, it’s whatever music I might be playing: Stevie Wonder (“Boogie on Reggae Woman”), Traffic (“Glad”), Dylan (“I Want You”), Beatles (“Lady Madonna”), some blues or reggae or jazz. She really isn’t all that particular. Most recently, it was some Brian Wilson album.

And she’s pretty good at it. The still photos don’t do her justice.

ROG

Hey, Lori, I’m Answering Here

My old friend Lori in Florida is one of those irregular bloggers. Postingwise, she makes no-longer-shirtless Eddie Mitchell seem like Mike Sterling. Anyway, she e-mailed me one of those things I’m supposed to e-mail back. Being the contrarian sort, I decided to put it here instead. Somewhere down the line, I lost a couple questions. C’est la guerre.

1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? No. My father was really strong on NOT having me named after anyone, a trait I’ve obviously inherited when it comes to Lydia’s name.

2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? When I dropped off the child at day care last week and she wailed. She hadn’t done that since the second day.

3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING Well, it’s OK. I once, for a marking period in 3rd grade, got an F in handwriting, so other people may disagree.

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT Turkey

5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? One

6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? I suppose it would depend what side of me I showed them.

7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? Not a whole lot.

8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yes.

9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? Not on your life. Wait: not on MY life.

10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Life (regular). Don’t have it often.

11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Well, the sneakers, yeah, because I have to. Otherwise, usually not.

12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Some days.

13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? Common: strawberry. One I haven’t had in a long time: orange pineapple.

14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Generally, where they fit into the situation. Are they hanging by the exit? Are they saying anything? Are they saying anything that anyone wants to hear?

15. RED OR PINK? Did you know that, even early in the 20th century, pink was a boys’ color, and blue a girls’? It’s true. That said, red.

16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? If I told you, I’d have to tell you.

17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? My father; my friends Donna, Nancy and Raoul.

18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? n/a

19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? I’m wearing pajamas.

20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? Popcorn.

21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? Some Beatles covers thing Fred Hembeck gave me.

22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Green. Well, maybe aquamarine.

23. FAVORITE SMELLS? Bread baking at the Freihoffer plant, which often catches me unaware.

24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? My sister Leslie.

25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? Yes, Lori, I do.

26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? Baseball, football.

27. HAIR COLOR? What hair? Gray.

28. EYE COLOR? Brown.

29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? No, glasses.

30. FAVORITE FOOD? Spinach lasagna.

31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Happy Endings, I suppose. Isn’t that the dessert choice at Friendly’s restaurants?

32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? The last hour of Mississippi Masala.

33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? PJs, I tell you.

34. SUMMER OR WINTER? In our global warming mode, winter, which hasn’t been what it used to be.

35. HUGS OR KISSES? Hugs THEN kisses.

36. FAVORITE DESSERT? Ice cream.

39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston. (Yes, this is different from what I wrote to Eddie the other day.)

40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? Entrepreneur magazine.

41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON T.V. LAST NIGHT? news, JEOPARDY!

42. FAVORITE SOUND? Water running.

43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Beatles

44. WHAT IS THE FURTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Barbados

45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? I can make kazoo noises without a kazoo.

46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Binghamton, NY

47. WHAT KIND OF CAR DO YOU DRIVE? We have a 2003 Honda Avalon, but I don’t drive it.

48. LIKE YOUR JOB? Usually.

49. PETS? None

50. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK? Doesn’t matter.
ROG

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