To The Daily Sun,
Ever since we moved back to Tilton in 1991, I've been driving the same route to my job in the O'Shea Industrial Park every morning, around 6:30. Seven miles, 17 minutes, give or take. Over all that time I've seen all sorts of critters in the road, mostly dead ones, or ones that are soon to be. Skunks, squirrels, unfortunate cats and the occasional immigrant possum. One time I had to stop for a bull moose standing in the middle of Court Street in front of Murphy's Citgo. In the winter, the city streets can be very dark, narrow and icy, not a good place for any animal to wander on. Most of them are cozy in their den somewhere, safely snoozing away until spring.
Except for one. Neither snow, narrow ice covered streets, nor dark of night will deter the idiot jogger from prancing down the middle of the road, oblivious to the world. Like the moose, they expect you to get out of their way without any further thought. One morning some years ago, a jogger wearing headphones was killed on North Main Street, hit by a guy on his way to work. The driver suffered from distress for a long time after that but no charges were filed because the jogger had placed himself in harm's way by being in the middle of the road.
So if you happen to know one of these critters who roam the dark, narrow and icy streets, encourage them to take a lesson from their roadkill cousins and sleep in until spring. Whatever health benefits they imagine that they are getting are far outweighed by their fool hardy desire to run in front of my big truck. Alan Moon