I walk our Buckhead neighborhood to maintain my cardiovascular health. No one wins the war on aging, but I am fighting a rearguard action. The fact that Keith Richards has outlived Richard Simmons challenges my resolve. Yet I rock on.
A walk around the block includes a death-defying dash down Northside Drive. The stretch of US 41 crams three lanes into a two-lane road. The federal highway abuts the sidewalk, and a two-inch painted line separates motorists from pedestrians.
The traffic light at West Wesley and Northside serves as a starting signal for racing cars. Drivers go from 0 to 60 in under 3 seconds, flooring accelerators like drag-strip fans. The roaring motors create Doppler effects for pokey pedestrians.
My feet tiptoe down the sidewalk’s far side like a tight-rope acrobat. I gauge the potential threat of every oncoming car’s acceleration and trajectory. It feels like a real-life game of Frogger with no chance for a second life.
We live in a face-paced society with places to go and people to see. If you are driving down Northside Drive, please consider slowing down. The life you save might be mine.



The first rule simply states: “Do no harm.” This is the Christian ethic in the negative—we are told what NOT to do. The Silver Rule states: “Don’t do to others what you don’t want done to you.”