Editor:
As the debate rages over the safety of the new crosswalks along Hwy. 16, I would like to remind people that the previous method of crossing the highway was to wait for a break in traffic, send up a prayer, and run like crazy.
Many years ago I wrote an ode to Burns Lake entitled "Small Town Song". One of the verses ran as follows:
Our town it is so small,
It's dull for traffic cops;
We never have a traffic jam
'Cause no one ever stops.
You see that old pedestrian,
His beard so long and gray?
He grew it, waiting for the chance
To cross Alaska Way.
Yours truly,
Jacqui Graham,
Burns Lake, B.C.