This afternoon, between the hours of noon and 2 p.m., I had to run several errands around Port Washington. It seems the mantra for this town has become build, build, build so we can have more traffic, traffic, traffic, hence constant traffic jams everywhere in the town, particularly on Main Street and the Boulevard. I deliberately avoided going out when the schools let out because between around 2:30 and 4 p.m. the traffic on Port Washington Boulevard moves at a crawl. Don't school kids walk anywhere anymore? If they aren't being picked up by school buses, somebody in a car is picking them up. I can never remember the traffic being as bad in this town as it has become over the past couple of years. If the building continues at the rate it is now going, where are all these additional cars supposed to park? As it is they are double-parking along Main Street, causing even greater traffic jams and back-ups. In a few weeks schools will be closing for the summer and college kids will be coming home, which means even more cars on our roads. I don't want to imagine what it will be like trying to get around this town during the summer months.
At one point in my travels, the traffic light at the intersection of Port Washington Blvd. and Sandy Hollow Road was not working. Cars were lined up behind me and I wonder if the cop, who was parked in the unmarked car at the bottom of Irma Avenue waiting for people to go through the stop sign at the intersection of Irma and Sandy Hollow Road so he could ticket them, was aware of the situation a few hundred feet to the east of him. If he did he ignored it; he was busy chatting with two men who had stopped their truck on the west side of Irma Avenue and were standing next to the car in the middle of Irma Avenue.
Just to give you an idea of how wild it was out there this afternoon, while crossing Main Street at the intersection of North Maryland Avenue, I was almost hit by an SUV driven by a woman who would have passed that red light had I not been crossing. She came within an inch of hitting me. I could hear the gasp from my fellow pedestrian who was crossing with me. By this point I had had it and I let out a string of expletives, which I would love to repeat in this letter but you won't print them anyway.
As I travel around town, it's as if every available lot is being taken up by another house, or in the case of Mill Pond Acres . . . or whatever it's called . . . condos or apartments.
I would like to know to whom do I write to let them know I protest this insane over-building in this town?
Is there anybody else who is as concerned about this issue as I am?
Thank you for your attention to this letter.
Mary J. Bojarski