Started working at the farm thirty-one years ago today. Fourteen stairs going up, house four strides by seven.
I always did like to count.
Three hundred and sixty seven days ago we met with our neighborhood planner, and compared notes about the traffic that is battering the heart of our neighborhood.
I am counting vehicles today. Sitting motionless for twenty four hours putting numbers to a problem.
One decision and two signs would vastly improve our quality of life.
Is 23 years of asking for help long enough?