I walked from my apartment to the Market Street Bridge. The cars and big trucks pay no attention to the beginning or the end of the red or green lights. If I didn’t watch very carefully, I would be a goner. After the cars and big trucks get on the bridge, they all think they are Dale Earnhardt. Where are the police? Come on cops, you could have your month’s quota in one day! Hey chief of Williamsport, chief of South Williamsport, send your men and women at both ends of the Market Street Bridge.
Have a great day!