The transition

Here is the new roundabout going in. Also a trike I just made electric.

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Rotary is a NY/NJ/New England thing. In NJ, some have signs in the middle that say "ROTARY". In MA, they seem to be the universal solution for intersections. Whenever a busy intersection gets redesigned here, they put a rotary in its place.
 
Rotary is a NY/NJ/New England thing. In NJ, some have signs in the middle that say "ROTARY". In MA, they seem to be the universal solution for intersections. Whenever a busy intersection gets redesigned here, they put a rotary in its place.
I seem to recall them in Worcester MA in the 1950s.

Worcester was unusual in that the neighborhoods were pockets between steep hills and lakes. Since the 17th Century, settlers couldn't choose their neighbors. We had a retired Anglo on one side, a French couple on the other, a young French family across the street, a young Irish family beside them, and a young Italian family around the corner. There were Swedes and Native Americans everywhere. I studied the way they looked and talked but couldn't tell the difference.

One American in 40,000 was a millionaire, and such a family lived behind us. I'd slip between the hedge and the sawgrass bush to swing on their swing. Any other swing had a hole that kids' feet had scraped, but they were so rich that they had filled the hole with concrete. We didn't even have a swing! They were too snobby to run out and tell me to get out of their yard.

My father kept his 15-year-old woody presentable by varnishing the sides and repainting the fabric top. In 1955 we got a Ford Fairlane Victoria with 120 horsepower. That's when I realized that I was a snob. I didn't want neighbors to know, but somehow they found out and quit speaking to me. They thought they were better than me because I was a snob and they weren't.
 
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