There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
There are places where there are no sidewalks, which is an ADA issue. Where there ARE sidewalks with unobstructed passage available to all, ADA issues do not exist.
We don’t park on the sidewalk. We don’t block access. We allow for public enjoyment of the sidewalk, unabated. Yet we get ticketed. Logic and reason currently aren’t enough for Mr. de la Vega to grasp this simple concept.