We live on a street that although it is in a quiet residential neighborhood, is marginally wider than the streets nearby. A lot of kids play alongside the street, and it is probably the busiest strolling and jogging street in the neighborhood. It is also seen as a sort of main street, and as a result it is not uncommon to see people driving by at well over the speed limit, and well above a speed that would allow them to react to a kid or a jogger around a corner or unseen behind a parked car. These are maddening enough to residents, but occasionally you’ll see (and hear) a driver go by at a truly ignorant and dangerous speed. I have said more than once that I ought to get a paint ball gun, fill the projectiles with chicken manure, and express myself concerning these drivers speeds (I may, or may not have once expressed myself with a tennis ball and been encouraged by my dear spouse not to continue this form of expression). So, I was amused to see this photo (Copyright 2009 Capitol Broadcasting Company) of one neighborhood’s response to a similar problem:
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