Can anyone loan me a respirator?

Yesterday I reported for breathing second-hand smoke duty, AKA jury duty in the city of Saint Louis.  You see, despite city code* and state policy** FORBIDDING smoking in this building, someone at the top blatantly disregards the laws, along with the health of anyone who enters the building, by allowing smoking areas inside the building to persist.

When I received my summons a month ago, I promptly wrote a letter to the jury supervisor stating that I would be happy to perform my civic duty if the building were 100% smoke-free and asking to be excused from jury duty until and unless the Civil Courts building complied with city code and state policy.  My request was summarily denied, and so I reported as scheduled and discussed my “hardship” with a judge.

The judge and the jury supervisor put on a huge show, with the judge pretending that he had NO idea that there was a smoking lounge in the building — “Michael, is that true?” — that ended with the judge telling me that no, I could not be excused, I needed to go back upstairs to the jury pool, and that if I believed a law were being violated, I should call the police.

Right, like the police are going to come and shut down the smoking lounge.

Them: 1
Me: 0 (and a day of breathing second hand smoke — big time yuck!)

But this fight is not over!

*St. Louis City Revised Code Chapter 11.23 Part II
**State of Missouri Administrative Policy SP-11

Carless in Chicago

Thursday night, we headed to Chicago on the big blue bus.  In the past, we’d always driven to Chicago, struggled to find to a parking spot, and then shunned the car in favor of walking or public transit (p-trans) until we were ready to drive back to StL, so skipping the car altogether seemed like a logical step.

Despite LOTS of fretting (who, me? Fret? Never!) about accommodations and logistics in the days and weeks leading up to the trip, everything went pretty smoothly, including my first solo foray in Chicago on Saturday night.  Given how nicely their p-trans worked, I was surprised at the large number of personal automobiles I saw in downtown Chicago.

We stayed with friends in Hyde Park, and went out to Geneva (a Chicago suburb) for a wedding on Friday night.  For less than $6 per person, we took p-trans to Geneva.  The same trip by cab would have cost us $90!  Instead, we saved a lot of money, had a nice, healthy 1/2 mile walk to the wedding site, and didn’t waste time sitting in traffic.

Last Friday

My least favorite part of my commute, other than going over the train tracks (insert brain rattling in skull) is a short stretch of road between the park tunnel exit/entrance and my left turn on the way home from work.  If traffic is not heavy, I stay in the right lane almost until the intersection, then move into the left lane and on into the left turning lane.  Recently, traffic has been heavy on that section.  Regardless of what lane I’m in, I ride down the center, because the lanes are not wide enough for a car and my bike.

In heavy traffic, it is very difficult to move over to the left as described above because the cars just keep whizzing by, first the cars in the left lane, and then the cars in the right lane that switch to the left lane to pass me.  A car almost hit me after a messy merge into the left lane a couple of weeks ago.  To avoid being in that situation, I’ve been taking (i.e., “controlling) the left lane from the moment I enter the road, so I don’t have to worry about getting over later.

This means that for a distance of less than 1/4 of a mile, any cars traveling behind me in the left lane either have to slow down to my speed, or move into the right lane to pass me.  This should NOT be a big deal.

As I biked this stretch in the left lane last Friday, some jerk drove up right next to me, halfway in the left lane and halfway in the right, rolled down his window, and yelled at me to, “Get over to the side!”

I honked my awesome horn and yelled, “I’m turning left up here; this is where I need to ride,” while motioning with my arm for him to move the heck over.

The ignorant bleepity bleep continued driving half in one lane and half in the other, providing the further helpful suggestion that I should be riding in the middle turning lane.

Dude!  You had been driving down the road half in one lane and half in another for how long?  You created more confusion and danger than I ever possibly could have, while I was within my rights and operating my bike legally and SAFELY on the road!

The combination of anger at the jerk driver and fear from the dangerous situation that HE created left the adrenaline surging through my body.  I made it through the intersection and a bit further, body shaking the whole way, but I eventually had to pull over to the side because I was so worked up, I couldn’t breath.

I’m not gonna lie, if I had the opportunity to punch the guy, I might have done it.  And then we could have talked like nice, civilized adults.

Green convenience

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I'll pass on the plasticware.
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Complete with knife, fork, spoon, and chopsticks -- all bamboo, a very lightweight material. And renewable!
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Don't forget the cute pink carrying case, made from recycled plastic bottles. Bring on the impromptu food, we won't be caught off guard!