{chortle!} Welp, it looks like I’m gonna be FORCED to come into the (dire!) 21st Century. If you don’t have your own chariot, you now pretty much have to hire a robo-taxi: a driverless monstrosity that requires an A.A. in computer tech to operate.
How CAN I say how much I absolutely positively do NOT want to learn a complicated new system for hiring a cab and getting around the city?
Those ba*tards at the Mayo, egged on by Dear Son, have invalidated my driver’s license. When you live in a hectic L.A.-style city like Phoenix, this puts the eefus on…just about everything.
Fortunately, because I live smack in the middle of everything, I’ve been getting by mostly on foot: whatever I need is within reasonable walking distance. That would include…
- A Sprouts
- An Albertson’s
- A Fry’s
- A Walgreen’s
- A Bookman’s
- An El Rancho
- A wine shop
- A UPS store
- A computer store
- A hair stylist
- A dentist
- A veterinarian
And many, many more. The truth is, I don’t need a car to live comfortably and shop easily here.
As long as I’m living in this house, I’m within easy walking distance of everything I need…and then some. Outside of walking distance? Lemme tellya: have we got the robotaxis!!!
Actually, we still have a few taxis driven by humans, which I much prefer. ‘Cause I’m still a denizen of the 20th century, right? 😉
Interestingly, the neighborhood seems to be holding its value. We just welcomed the first Black family to our environs…and so it’s much to be hoped that we are in the 21st century and therefore that eventuality will not torpedo our property values. They look like nice folks…and I think they have cute kids.
I’m excited to welcome them and try to make friends with them. And…well…we’ll see how that goes! Even the 21st century is still part of Mittel-America. Time will tell.