Mindful Maps
see the signage
You take your life into your hands if you head east down Leavenworth (the street, not the prison) or Dodge Street during the College World Series in Omaha (is it anywhere else?). Because once you get to about 30th Street, they become one way. And that’s where the trouble begins. Out-of-towners - always driving a massive pickup truck or SUV - don’t see the one-way signage. Inevitably, there will be a monster truck heading directly toward you - wondering why you are going the wrong way - if you are bold enough to take one of these two streets. That’s why Center Street is my friend during the CWS.
Why are we not seeing signs? This is nothing new, but I am still asking the question because the last time I checked, they are still there, everywhere.
I’m still uncomfortable looking at my phone for directions - and probably always will be. Unless you are walking while looking at your phone for directions, you are driving and looking at your phone for directions, and I don’t want to look at my phone while I am driving. Call me “old-fashioned” (do they even say that anymore?) but the possibility of death by moving vehicle has never appealed to me. So, I look for the signs.
This weekend the farmer’s market that I typically attend was moved over a block to make way for the annual art fair. The new spot for the market is surrounded by parking lots, making it difficult to get in or out of one without running over a handful of pedestrians. Fortunately, a police officer directed traffic. A police officer as a human sign is more effective than a printed and posted one.
My favorite signs involve noise. Noise in the form of bells. Especially the ones you slam your hand down on to get someone’s attention who should already be there behind the counter but are not.
Blessings & Love,
