Today, as I stepped off the curb near my apartment to check for traffic before crossing the street, the approaching car in each direction stopped to let me cross. There was no crosswalk. There was no stop sign. There was no stop light.
It’s become the new normal for me, and while I enjoy it does still unnerve me a bit. I mean, it’s just not natural.
Communication, too, is different out here. There’s no yelling. There’s no raising of voices. There’s not even sarcasm (East Coasters often bemoan the general lack of irony used – or even understood – by locals).
So I found it amusing and endearing to find this note on my windshield after having inadvertently, indeed, partially parked in front of someone’s driveway.