dear (______):

Dear residents of communities with private streets,

I have to get to work. Save your stiff posturing, high beams, and frowny faces for someone with the time to waste standing in large groups on street corners glaring at traffic and smoking black and milds. Those are probably the fellas you're looking for, and your "private" street is between where I'm at and where I'm going, so how many days in a row do you need to see me walking and smiling in a red jacket and orange back pack before you'll believe I'm not casing the joint? Silly bunnies.

up yours,

10 mile pedestrian