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Most scientists don't take the theory seriously. John P. Huchra, lecturer on Astronomy said, adding that he would not have any undue concerns about the day unless the snow continued. "Then the southeast expressway will be a little icey," he said...
...alert status. Today, thousands of American commuters, determined to put the down time of driving to better use, are discovering the pleasures of loud literature: books transcribed on cassette tapes. A widening range of fiction, poetry, history, biography, language courses and self-help texts is now available for the expressway bibliophile with a tape deck. In enlightened circles (and cloverleafs), the numbing AM-FM parade of screaming newsbreaks, "easy listening" and top-ten programming is being replaced with Chaucer and Cheever, Tennyson and Updike. Many freeway jockeys, as well as joggers, cooks, hobbyists and workers whose hands and eyes...
...nightmare for motorists: a spaghetti tangle of twisting alleys, tree-sentineled boulevards and cramped, one-way lanes. But it can be equally harrowing for the poor pedestrian. Consider Appleton Street in the South End. Some years ago drivers discovered they could short-cut their way to the Southeast Expressway by using Appleton. Many weekday afternoons since then, the once-tranquil street has looked like some thing out of the Le Mans 24-Hour Race, and during the rest of the day, when the wide, one-way street is lightly traveled, like a drag strip. Next spring, things should begin...
Streams are turned into storm sewers. An expressway is hacked through the landscape. Then a clover leaf, then a regional shopping center, then office buildings, then high-rise apartments. In this way, the bits and pieces of a city are splattered across the landscape. By this irrational process, non-communities are born, formless places without order, beauty or reason, with no visible respect for either people or the land...
...They've hidden the body in the trunk," she says. "You know, we could get it out. You and me." Probably, Sure. "They don't want anyone to know," she says. "They're hiding him from us." Say nothing, Walk away. Gun down the expressway and leave this, another scene of southern gothic, behind...