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Out of step

After living in England for 20 years, my wife and I decided to move back to the

United States. We wanted to live in a town small enough that we could walk to the

business district, and settled on Hanover, N.H., a typical New England town —

pleasant, sedate and compact. It has a broad central green surrounded by the

venerable buildings of Dartmouth College, an old-fashioned Main Street and leafy

residential neighborhoods.

It is, in short, an agreeable, easy place to go about one’s business on foot,

and yet as far as I can tell, virtually no one does

Nearly every day, I walk to the post office or library or bookstore, and

sometimes, if I am feeling particularly debonair, I stop at Rosey Jekes Café for a

cappuccino. Occasionally, in the evenings, my wife and I stroll up to the Nugget

Theatre for a movie or to Murphy’s on the Green for a beer, I wouldn’t dream of

going to any of these places by car. People have gotten used to my eccentric

behavior, but in the early days acquaintances would often pull up to the curb and

ask if I wanted a ride.

“I’m going your way,” they would insist when I politely declined. “Really,

it’s no bother.”

“Honestly, I enjoy walking.”

“Well, if you’re sure,” they would say and depart reluctantly, even guiltily,

as if leaving the scene of an accident without giving their name.

In the United States we have become so habituated to using the car for

everything that it doesn’t occur to us to unfurl our legs and see what those lower

limbs can do. We have reached an age where college students expect to drive

between classes, where parents will drive three blocks to pick up their children

from a friend’s house, where the letter carrier takes his van up and down every

driveway on a street.

We will go through the most extraordinary contortions to save ourselves from

walking. Sometimes it’s almost ludicrous. The other day I was waiting to bring

home one of my children from a piano lesson when a car stopped outside a post

office, and a man about my age popped out and dashed inside. He was in the post

office for about three or four minutes, and then came out, got in the car and drove

exactly 16 feet (I had nothing better to do, so I paced it off) to the general store

next door.

And the thing is, this man looked really fit. I’m sure he jogs extravagant

distances and plays squash and does all kinds of healthful things, but I am just as

sure that he drives to each of these undertakings.

An acquaintance of ours was complaining the other day about the difficulty of

finding a place to park outside the local gymnasium. She goes there several times

a week to walk on a treadmill. The gymnasium is, at most, a six-minute walk from


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