Infrastructure (Anecdotal)

by Bill Sweet

This magnificent bastard took a pound of steel from my car on the drive home Saturday evening. I spit in it, and I encourage others to do so. Along with many of its brothers, it is living next to the Tuxedo Post Office on Route 17 northbound.

I know that I must sound like an old man, but I don't remember anything quite like this in the past. Route 32 and 17, which is 90% of my daily commute, resemble the surface of the moon.

I'm not sure what this means, but I hope that the roads are better kept in your neck of the woods.