The Great American Pastime
One thing we’re consistently great at here is complaining. We complain about traffic, about service, about the government, about the lack of quality programming on TV. We do this while we clog the roads, treat service people poorly, don’t bother to vote, and watch the very shows on TV we complain about.
The Boston Globe today ran an article detailing complaints about the ferry service to and from Nantucket and Martha’s Vineyard. The real issue, of course, is thousands of people flocking to the island with huge SUVs packed with bikes, cargo carriers, animals, and enough food to last for years. The streets on these islands were basically built for wagons to transport the cargo from whaling trips of sailing ships. In Nantucket, the main streets are cobblestones which can rattle out loose teeth.
Yet people are demanding more ferries! Isn’t that like requesting more dessert when you’re trying to lose weight? There are pedestrian-only ferries and a good airport on Nantucket. Perhaps the answer is in some degree of sacrifice, a word not much used today, instead of complaining about what you, yourself, are causing.
I’m done, and you’re right, I guess I’m complaining.