Watch Your Step
I live near Monaco and Mississippi and take the 83L bus to work; it's a quick and direct route, but a walk of a few blocks from my home, which normally takes no more than ten minutes to traverse. After the first storm, RTD did have buses running when I returned to work on Friday, but on a holiday schedule that left the suddenly popular transit option overcrowded and risky. Some people stood in the street, watching overladen buses pass them by. I was lucky, although there was no place to catch my bus unless I also walked down the middle of Leetsdale Drive alongside the approaching motor-behemoth. Like mine, most stops were completely buried.
Nearly two weeks later, I've tried just about every route I can think of just to get to my bus stop, only to find that there's still no bus stop to be seen. I've zig-zagged through parking lots, climbed gritty, icy peaks and skated down sidewalks where the constant melt-and-freeze routine's left ice as smooth as, well, ice: pure, unadulterated ice passable only to mountain goats and Apolo Ohno. You've got to be surefooted, in other words, to cross these vast, steely sheets. Or very, very quick. And then you hope the driver sees you.
So, anyway, here's my question: Who's standing up for the pedestrians and the transit riders? Not the city. Not RTD. Every street is a lumpy, bumpy side-road for us. -- Susan Froyd