I dream of pedestrian communities stitched together with bike paths. Tonight at 7:30 I was biking down C. Street laden with bags of CSA collards and warm bread when someone called my name. It was a friend who was out walking a dog she had promoted from foster dog to family dog. The dog was fluffy white and a bit spooked by my flashing red night lights and my neon jacket. Then I heard a second familiar voice and saw a second dog walker. The five of us met in the middle of the street and exchanged info while the dogs sniffed one another in delight. Get folks out of their cars and connections happen. Dogs encourage connection. Biking encourages connection. Tonight was spokal networking at its finest.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Connecting at the Crossroads
I dream of pedestrian communities stitched together with bike paths. Tonight at 7:30 I was biking down C. Street laden with bags of CSA collards and warm bread when someone called my name. It was a friend who was out walking a dog she had promoted from foster dog to family dog. The dog was fluffy white and a bit spooked by my flashing red night lights and my neon jacket. Then I heard a second familiar voice and saw a second dog walker. The five of us met in the middle of the street and exchanged info while the dogs sniffed one another in delight. Get folks out of their cars and connections happen. Dogs encourage connection. Biking encourages connection. Tonight was spokal networking at its finest.
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