Fumble on Route 1
The Krafts don’t need help for their bridge.
Dear Bob Kraft: Build your own bridge, OK? I have no problems with the fact that you have decided to drop a personal family empire down there on Route 1. It’s your land, after all, and I don’t particularly miss either the old racetrack or the old stadium. If you want to sell football, lingerie, and wildly overpriced hamburgers through one-stop shopping, well, it’s a strange world we live in anyway, so why not? However, you should build your own footbridge so people can walk from your stadium to parking lots across the road, and you shouldn’t be getting help from Deval Patrick or any federal stimulus money to do it. (Of course, given this administration, I suppose we should be grateful the bridge won’t have a casino at either end.) There are better transportation projects into which to sink our dough. Blowing up those Route 2 rotaries in Cambridge leaps to mind. Besides, watching sockless drunk football fans try to cross Route 1 after the game is one of the few truly spontaneous activities left involving an NFL game. Some of them make it across. Some turn around and go back. A few turn the wrong way and end up, groggy, walking through Pawtucket. Rather than dipping into my pocket for your bridge, why not set up a place in which people can take bets on which pedestrians will make it across and which ones won’t?
I guarantee the administration would go for it.
Charles P. Pierce / email@example.com