We received the following Letter to the Editor on Wednesday evening, May 23:
We, my wife and I, try to be quiet, law abiding citizens in the small hamlet of Pine Meadow, located in the small town of New Hartford. After all, isn’t that why we moved to the bucolic north west hills? Why be here, if not to enjoy the country quiet, the small town neighborliness, the serenity of, well, living far away from the hustle and bustle of urban Connecticut.
I would not be writing this at all if I had not lived through screeching brakes, hair raising crashes, 44 being shut down because of a head-on, or worse, Life Star being summoned onto the scene. I have run from my “quiet” backyard, hightailed it from the serenity of hearth and home to stop traffic on 44 and hold the hand of a downed motorcyclist having been mowed down at the traffic light because some idiot in a hell-bent rush to get to God only knows where, doesn’t have the precious few minutes to observe the stop light, and wait his or her turn, some idiot who doesn’t have the brains God gave a gnat. And this grizzled Harley rider cried like a baby and grimaced in agony as he asked, “Is it a compound fracture?” He was asking about his shattered leg. And, “You’ll be fine,” was the answer, but the truth was the bone was clearly visible though his tattered and bloody jeans.
As I started off this letter to you and the citizenry of New Hartford, I have remained quiet through compound fractures, blood on 44, the death of one of my own dogs and flying debris on the highway. Until today. Today I can no longer remain mute as I watch my neighbors and friends, and today my wife being put in harm’s way. We always push the crosswalk button at the light, and wait like obedient children for the crossing sound and light to welcome us to cross, and more times than we would like to acknowledge we watch one of those folks in a rush to meet their maker run the light, and we turn a blind eye, because, well, after all, who’s going to do anything about it? Who’s going to really look out for us in this little northwest haven? We have only ourselves to protect those we love, and what we hold near and dear.
But today, of all things, after the button had been pushed, and the sound summoned the crossers to cross and the light was solid RED, A SCHOOL BUS of all things a SCHOOL BUS DAMMIT went careening through the light missing my wife and our puppy by mere inches and to add insult to this — if not for the grace of God tragedy — a jeep skirted through on the heels of that big yellow tragedy waiting to happen.
Will someone please stop and take notice of those who would put us all in harm’s way and forever change our lives and the lives of our loved ones in a tragic way? And no, she didn’t get the tag number. She was too busy trying to save hers and Oscar’s lives. Is someone entrusted with our well-being listening, and if so, will something be done? Please!
Pine Meadow, CT.