Ahhh...the start of a new day. Places to go, people to see...if only I could get out of my driveway.
Full tank of gas? Check.
Engine primed for that zero to sixty dash in reverse? Check.
What am I talking about? I am backing out of my driveway onto Cumberland Ave. I am skilled, agile, bold....and desperate to get to Dominick's, for I am out of coffee.....arrrrgghhh. Smoothly propelling myself into the flow of traffic is second nature. It's the trucks I am worried about. The road tells me when they are coming.My house tells me when they are coming. The vibrations of their approach travel up my legs, rattle my bed, tickle my tires, and find their final resting place in the asphalt of the street I call home...Cumberland. Is Cumberland a truck route? There is debate among our City Council. Some say trucks are welcome North of Talcott; others say North of Belleplaine. Last time I checked, Cumberland was not the only North/South route through town. Thoughts anyone?
The Cumberland Patriot
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