I grew up in a small town in Northern New Jersey, about 12 miles west of New York City. We lived on a busy main thoroughfare, frequented by cars, trucks and the #40 bus headed to Penn Station.
I never once felt unsafe while playing outside or walking the family dog. When I left my hometown, I moved first to Hoboken, then to Weehawken. While living in these busy, congested, metropolitan-type cities, I never felt unsafe while walking or riding a bike.
When I retired, I found my dream home in a beautiful little village called Wycombe. It is the stuff dreams are made of. Beautiful, well maintained homes and the most incredible, wonderful and amazing group of neighbors I have ever had the pleasure of meeting and knowing.
It’s been a dream come true … except for the fact that it is the only neighborhood where I have ever lived that I feel incredibly unsafe while walking my dog.
It’s because of the disrespectful, inconsiderate, self-absorbed jerks who speed down our street as if it were their own personal freeway.
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