Are you a genuine Blufftonian or an accidental Blufftonian?
A genuine Blufftonian was born and bred within sniffing distance of the May River. An accidental Blufftonian happened upon this state of mind by either turning the steering wheel the wrong way or running out of gas at the town cemetery -- not quite the analogy I meant, but what the heck?
Whatever the reason for your tenure in these parts, we are all in this world together and we are going to have to learn to drive all over again. The powers that be are making our path a bit smaller. We are going to have to squeeze together near the post office, inhale until we pass the four-way stop and not breathe until we pass Squat and Gobble. All of this so we can go back to the way the road once was -- except now we'll have parking and bike lanes on both sides of the road. I have driven over the new stripes, and I must warn you: No-one pays any attention to the new striping, so be forewarned. We are all going to need those rubber baby buggy bumpers.
I think we need bike paths very badly, especially on All Joy Road, but this situation we now are presented with seems a bit odd.
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