To the editor:
I have made no secret of my feelings concerning roundabouts in the past. I guess you could say I finally made my peace with them at this point. At least I know how to deal with them. You put your foot on the gas and you ram your way through them, disregarding any courtesy you might have felt. You are No. 1, and forget about everyone else trying to get through that intersection. After all, we are reminded by the youngins that us old fuddy-duddies who object to them are against progress.
I have said many times before: I do not object to these things in principle. I object when we are spending hundreds of thousands of dollars on them when our streets are falling apart and potholes are becoming so big my car could be lost in them.
You who love them can make fun of me all you want. I may be old, but I am not a fuddy-duddy. Before you make that accusation, get to know me. No one who really knows me can say that.
Kathy Schott Gates,