“Admit it, we all feel much worse for the homeless guy’s dog than we do for the homeless guy.” — Anonymous quote
I have to be through the inter section in front of Amazon on Ind. 62 before 7:05 a.m. on Monday through Friday or else. Or else it takes me 10 to 20 minutes longer for Kim and me to arrive at work on time. Things will get better in the short run after Christmas and the seasonal layoffs take place at Amazon. Unfortunately the drug addicts pulling out in front of fast moving traffic doing 18 miles per from the methadone clinic won’t go anywhere.
In the long run things are bound to get worse.
For anyone driving on Ind. 62 I suppose we will look back at these as the good old days. Once the new bridges are built and the new business growth at the Ammunition Plant (no pun intended) I am not sure how anyone will be able to drive into Jeffersonville via Ind. 62. It’s just a matter of time.
Kim and I have made the drive from Otisco to Jeffersonville for a little more than 10 years now. It is like a completely different trip nowadays. I arrive at work over half an hour early to miss the Amazon shift change and rush hour traffic combination. Just for fun on a recent morning an ice/snow mixture made it almost an hour long trip.
We made a recent decision to remain in Otisco instead of moving back into the Jeffersonville area. I am not complaining just explaining. I accept the price for living in paradise. It’s just at this time I am not sure just what that price will eventually be.
There was just a taste when the lanes were marked off and channeled where the new bridge ramp will eventually tie in 62 with the highway cloverleaf. As of yet I have seen no real construction and really am not sure why that had to be done before Christmas. I can only imagine the traffic situation when real construction begins.
Overall, I know that the price for more companies and jobs moving to the Ridge is one that has to be paid. Like an industrial Pandora’s Box I know that there will be no returning to what I so enjoyed for so many years when it was a leisurely and usually lonely drive into Jeffersonville. Much like my athletic speed and often misspent youth it is another thing that will not be returning for the rest of my life.
The only real concern that makes me not look toward the future is that from my home there will be no real good alternative route. I just hope that future planning for the travel needs is on the board and the funding to make that happen is already being considered.
Otherwise, that one hour drive I experienced last week might someday be the travel time for a really good day. And playing dodge the methadone clinic drivers might turn into a real life or death game of Frogger. Kids just ask your grandpa what Frogger was.