A Rhode Island Frame of Mind
Was on my way to dinner in North Attleboro, MA, when that burst of winter weather hit, this evening. I took the wrong Rt. 1 exit off of 95 north and ended up in Pawtucket.
I have never been timid about driving in any weather whatsoever, but I have never driven on roads so poorly prepared for adverse conditions. Four-wheel-drive trucks were skidding and spinning out on even slight inclines. It’s as if the local department of public works had prepared for the cold snap by saturating the streets.
But here’s the part that’s truly becoming indicative of Rhode Island: The thought that immediately came to mind was: “Just make it to the border. The roads will be better at the border.”
In case you’re wondering: They were. Ready for change, yet, Rhode Island?