do they not paint the lines on the street?

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[Editor’s Note: Well, since there clearly are lines on some of the streets, I’m going to assume you mean why don’t they paint lines on ALL of the streets … most residential neighborhoods do not have any sort of lines marking them at all. At most, you’ll get a white line on the edges marking the end of the road and the start of the curb, but that’s about it. Otherwise, you might get a single dotted line (dashed line?) to simply denote the two lanes in the road. Without the dotted line, you just sort of have to have an “understood” lane. I imagine that’s what you’re referring to here. I actually don’t know what the legal rami_cations would be if there happened to be a collision on a road with no markings, as in “You were in my lane!” “No, you were in my lane!” This might be particularly problemsome in some older neighborhoods because I have de_nitely seen streets where two small cars might be able to pass one another but two of today’s bulky modern SUV would absolutely have to _gure something out. And no one wants to be playing a game of “chicken” with a $50,000 vehicle. You don’t mention where you live, but if there’s a particular street that you think needs striping, I would recommend calling the Street Department of the relevant community you live in and asking for it. The worst they could say is no] I was reading the article about Old Martha’s bridge, and stories. Back in the 70’s nothing was out there but pitch black nights. Some friends and I were out there sitting on the car and just hanging out. We heard voices and it got a little spooky. We _nally _gured out that if you were quiet you could barely hear the PA announcer at the dog track. Kinda scary until we _gured it out. From then on we tricked girls into going with us telling them we could actually hear Martha talking back to us. It worked because they would hear the PA voice barely, thinking it was Martha, this made them jump into our laps because they were scared. Worked every time. [Editor’s Note: Ha! Sounds like someone is just begging for a haunting. Hearing a very faint, “Here comes Rusty!” actually sounds pretty creepy. We sure can _nd ways to scare ourselves can’t we. One time, when my boys were little, I was at home by myself and I could swear I was hearing voices but there was de_nitely no one in the house (that I could see). I was looking all over, getting a little freaked out, when, from across an empty room, mufed but clear enough to make out … “I’ve got my eye on you.” I was about to have a heart attack when the logical part of my brain stepped in and recognized that line. I walked (admittedly slowly) to the chair in the corner, and sure enough, there was the little green Mike Wizowski plushie my son owned, from the Disney movie “Monsters Inc.” That was one of Mike’s pre-programmed catch phrases, and he was low on batteries. I rescued him just in time to hear a low, strained “Oh sure, blame it on the little guy.” Then I punted him across the room]