Let’s say you live in a lovely wooded area on a one-lane dirt road that follows an abandoned railway bed (which I do). And let’s say you truly enjoy the feeling of seclusion and the relative quiet (which I do).
And let’s say you read this headline in the Sunday morning newspaper (which I did).
MOVE AFOOT TO BRING 37-MILE RAIL LINE BACK TO LIFE FOR BICYCLISTS, WALKERS
And the story is accompanied by this photo, which on the front page of the newspaper is slightly larger and shows the road sign made by your husband.
And it’s not even the local newspaper. It’s the newspaper from a larger town 30 miles away.
How would you feel?
Happy that people will have a safe place to ride their bikes and nice paths on which to walk without taking their lives into their own hands?
Upset that, in following an old railroad bed, the bike trail will be almost in your front yard?
Wondering if the neighbors (there aren’t very many) have heard about this? Especially wondering about the neighbor who actually lives in the old railroad station and how this will impact her?
Thinking maybe by the time this is constructed you’ll be so old you won’t care anyway?
Or all of the above?
The newspaper article said that local officials have been trying to inform the community of the planned route. Oh really? Nothing has been in the local newspaper. My husband called our neighbors today, and not one knew anything about this.
That’s really the rub. Finding out about what may be a wonderful plan by reading a newspaper published in another town in another county. And not knowing how we will be impacted.
I’ll keep you posted…