Sunday, June 3, 2012
I spent the entire day in a waiting room at the University Hospital in Minneapolis today. 14 hours. I can tell you about every nook and cranny in that room. Probably know it better than the cleaning crew.
While I was there I got to talking with a person from Minneapolis about how bloody long their traffic lights are and how you sit for ten minutes only to get five cars closer to the intersection before it changes to red again. The person asked me what was different about the traffic lights in Marcell where I live. I laughed out loud. "We don't have any traffic lights." "You must have a few." "Nope. Not even one. As a matter of fact we don't have a stop sign either. We do have a 30 mile per hour speed limit sign as you come into town, but nobody pays any attention to it and usually use the main drag as a passing point for those vehicles going less than 50."
Here if I want to go to Get's Tavern that is three miles from my home I know it will take me three minutes to get there. It doesn't matter what time of day it is, or what day it is. There are no stops and I can do sixty all the way there with no stops. I can tell you within seconds of how long it will take me to get to Grand Rapids, which is 29 miles away. 29 minutes. Simple math for simple driving lifestyle in rural America. No traffic lights. No stop signs.
Why anyone would wait fifteen minutes to get onto an expressway (laughs out loud once again) in order to come to a complete stop for ten minutes, inch ahead five feet for another ten minutes, and so on until you get where you want to go is beyond my comprehension.