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jadelennox2009-08-12 11:36 am
fail means, win ends
along the main road by my house, my town is rebuilding all of the curb cuts -- work which was proposed by the commission on disabilities several years ago. They are putting in good curb cuts with bright yellow truncated dome tactile paving where before they had broken bits of curb that sometimes slanted down towards the street. I mean, people still won't shovel the curb cuts, but it's a start.
But the process, yeesh. They are roping off huge sections of the sidewalk day by day, no warning signs up for any of the neighbors, leaving vast bits of sidewalk inaccessible for days at a time, no signs up for the cars to warn them to go slow so that, in this heavily pedestrian neighborhood, when we walk in the street instead of on the rubble strewn sidewalks, the cars expect us to be in the street. They aren't putting up boards so that people have temporary ways to get around. Yesterday morning they ripped up the sidewalk in front of the group home next door to me and didn't so much as put down some kind of alternative way for the residents, primarily cognitively but some physically disabled, to get out of the building.
I'm not saying it won't be thrilled when it's done, but the process, my god.
But the process, yeesh. They are roping off huge sections of the sidewalk day by day, no warning signs up for any of the neighbors, leaving vast bits of sidewalk inaccessible for days at a time, no signs up for the cars to warn them to go slow so that, in this heavily pedestrian neighborhood, when we walk in the street instead of on the rubble strewn sidewalks, the cars expect us to be in the street. They aren't putting up boards so that people have temporary ways to get around. Yesterday morning they ripped up the sidewalk in front of the group home next door to me and didn't so much as put down some kind of alternative way for the residents, primarily cognitively but some physically disabled, to get out of the building.
I'm not saying it won't be thrilled when it's done, but the process, my god.
