September 2008 Archives

Last night, I knew that taking my normal route home from work (Roosevelt Avenue to Market Street) would be a bad idea. I assumed George Street wouldn't be any better. So instead, I drove out Route 30 and took Sherman Street in, weaving a longer but less traffic-blocked way home.

I was surprised to find that I could still score a parking spot in my block. Yes! So I grabbed it and went inside.

Then, I remembered something: street sweeping.

Looks like it's going to rain on Bike Night's parade tonight. But the festivities will go on! Everyone might just get a little soggy enjoying them.

Last year, I left the office around 6 p.m. and somehow forgot that it was Bike Night. I managed to get myself lodged at Market and Penn streets for the entire length of the parade. This year, I will remember to take a route around the bike traffic!

Maybe I'll even get to enjoy some of the fun this year. I am going to the Hoots and Hellmouth concert. At least that activity will remain dry.

Twice in recent days, I've seen a woman walking down city streets carrying a parrot. (I should be honest. I'm pretty sure it's a parrot. But I'm not exactly a bird expert.)

The first time, the bird was perched on her shoulder, pirate-style, as she walked down West Market Street. The second time, she was carrying the bird on North George Street.

Both times I was driving, so I couldn't really stop and ask her anything.

I'm just curious. Are they just out for a walk? It's not something you see every day.

Drive down Carlisle Avenue heading out of the city by the fairgrounds, and you'll notice that the speed limit is 25 mph. Now, drive the other way heading toward the city, and the speed limit is 35 mph.

Does that make sense to anyone? It's apparently because the township is on one side of the double lines (35 mph) and the city is on the other. To make the same road have the same speed limit (imagine that?), they'd have to spend all this money on studies and whatnot.

Um.. right.

 

Things I can't master:

I do a lot of things well. I'm a natural at freeze tag. I'm decent on the keyboard. I can make a mean cupcake.

All those things pale in comparison to the one thing I just can't seem to master -- parallel parking. It's like my Achilles heel, holding me back from being an amazing driver.

One more Roosevelt Avenue update.

When I drove to work this morning, traffic controllers were on the corner of Roosevelt at Philadelphia Street. I drove right past it and took Carlisle Avenue in to avoid it, though that takes a little longer.

Before my first post on the City Limits blog, I must give a disclaimer: My husband and I have a dog. She's a beagle, and she only barks when our doorbell is rung.

That being said, we walk Lucy about four times a day. And we always, always have at least two poop bags with us. But how is it that doggie muffins are found all over the city? On sidewalks, lawns, bushes, etc.

Of course, my stink isn't with the poor puppies. It's with the owners --  

I'm not the only one spotting ducks in the city.

On Tuesday night, Charlotte Bergdoll told the York City Council there are two ducks and two roosters living at a city residence near a property she owns.

She asked if it was legal to have them, and the answer wasn't clear. One duck wanders onto her property, she said. She asked if she can she have the duck arrested for trespassing.

Is it too much to ask that people put their trash in trash cans?

I made the (admittedly stupid) mistake of forgetting to retrieve my recycling bin from the sidewalk before I headed to work Tuesday.

I'm not sure how I forgot, honestly. I was kind of grumpy that morning after being awoken by the clattering and clanging of recyclables being picked up.

I was excited to hear that Martin Library is planning to open on Sundays from Sept. 21 to Dec. 21.

Library officials told the newspaper that use has gone up in the past few years, so they're going to give the Sunday hours a try and see how it goes.

I think it's great.