Sandy James, planner, part-time Price Tags editor and author, speaks to TEDxCarsonCity.
The transformative power of walking: why walking is good for your bottom line.
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Holy trousers! Walking is good for the bottom.
http://members.shaw.ca/theyorkshirelad72/water.front/DOWNTOWNWATERFRONT.html
Yes Sandy . . . walking, is the right thing to do! I haven’t owned a car since 1980 and absolutely it has been the right thing to do!
. . . but it has its hazards.
“Personal anecdotal data walking to school: Hull Yorkshire, UK 1934-38. I walked every school day, to and from home, including lunchtime, from 26 The Link, Anlaby Park, to East Field Road Elementary school: distance 1.1k Personal anecdotal data walking to school: Hull Yorkshire, UK 1934-38. I walked every school day, to and from home, including lunchtime, from 26 The Link, Anlaby Park, to East Field Road Elementary school: distance 1.1k”
Indeed, I was seven at the time, and was inclined to interrupt my walk depending upon whatever hazard beckoned.
The hazard on this occasion was a pile of uninstalled drainpipes. Being seven I mounted ceremoniously and promptly demounted unceremoniously carving a lesion in my forehead, visible to this day.
Luckily Miss Sanderson happened by in her little Morris convertible and drove me home.
On seeing my blooded face, I know it was blood, my mother appeared thru a reddish haze, she flipped and I don’t remember anything after that.
Good show Sandy. Keep on truckin’!
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