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Norfolk, Virginia: Do You Care?

I just minutes ago drove through an intersection near my home. There had obviously been an accident there very recently. How do I know this?

Because, although the stricken cars are gone, there are big hunks of metal and plastic littering the intersection. They are right in the path of traffic. Perfectly placed to puncture tires.

Public servants and city employees of Norfolk: I know some of you care. But when I see something like this, this ‘screw cleaning up, it’s not my tires that will be punctured by this trash’ attitude…

…how am I supposed to BELIEVE you give a damn?

Full Circle

This is the same place I took the picture for my dirty window blog entry a week ago: the Hampton, VA Grayhound station.

It’s dark, but the rain has washed the dirty windows clean.

How very thought provoking.

One Thing Hampton Roads VA Needs

One of these. For pity’s sake. A real one, not the one little light rail line it took Hampton Roads 30 years to plan, fund, and build.

It might be possible if this was one city with seven boroughs rather than seven cities pissing away enormous resources duplicating all their efforts seven times.

But what the hell do I know?

I know I’d rather live up here in DC where you can go see the rest of the city. Where you’re not completely boned if your car breaks down.

Hell, you can even count on buses running on time here. In Norfolk, VA, I have seen people lose jobs or not be hired at all because if you depend on the bus, you cannot be depended on because the damn bus cannot be depended on.

Because Hampton Roads, which people with sense have been recommending incorporate into a single city since roughly the Civil War era, refuses to do what makes sense.

Well, actions have consequences. You can bitch about them, Hampton Roads, or you can act.

We all know which you’ve chosen for the last 150 years. How’s that working for you? Get that major sports franchise you’ve been wanting forever? No? They said you’re seven third-rank markets instead of one big first-rank one?

Stop complaining. They’re right. And it is YOUR choice, Hampton Roads, and you continue to make it. Stop pointing fingers unless you’re facing a mirror.