At the
recent Petaluma Urban Chat/City Repair Petaluma meeting, I spoke about
the need to increase pedestrians in single-family neighborhoods. A district may meet all the physical
parameters for walkability, but if the default transportation choice is the
private car, even for trips to a grocery store only a few blocks away, then the
community loses. The personal connections and sense of place that can be made
from sidewalk meetings are lost.
Thus, it’s
important not only to provide good sidewalks but also to create the social
conditions which cause the sidewalks to be used. A City Repair project can meet that
need. But there are other approaches
that also work. My neighborhood recently
experienced one.
Speck was a
black cat, aging but unbowed, and adamantly unwilling to become a housecat in
his later years. When his owner moved
into an apartment across the street, Speck quickly established that his domain extended
far beyond the apartment. It was the
continuation of his life-long wanderings.
His owner would later tell stories of Speck being gone for days from
earlier homes, including hopping into strangers’ cars for extended field trips.
In our
neighborhood, Speck would visit homes on both sides of the street for several
blocks around. I would chat with
neighbors who thought that they had a special bond with Speck, telling how he would
wander in their open front doors and make himself at home. They were disillusioned to find that Speck did
the same at many homes. But they still
appreciated his attention.
My wife and
I recently did home improvements. One
day, the contractor needed frequent access through the front door, so my wife
secured our two large dogs upstairs, behind a line of chairs.
Speck wandered in the open front door, supervised the contractor for awhile, and then took a tour of the house as I watched with amusement. When he passed by the foot of the stairs, the dogs set up a howl from their barricaded location at the top of the stairs. Speck gave them a casual, dismissive glance and continued his leisurely exploration. If feline anatomy allowed paw gestures, Speck would have made one.
Nor was his
superior attitude toward dogs limited to our canines. A neighbor told a story of Speck, having
gained the high ground in the initial encounter, chasing a large dog and the
dog’s owner down the sidewalk.
He showed more
respect to cars, but still not deference.
Our street is an often-used route to the local high school, seemingly
putting Speck at risk from teen-aged drivers.
But he learned a survival strategy.
He never darted into the street, but neither did he defer his crossings
until after the opening bell. Instead,
he’d wait for a moderately-sized gap in traffic and then begin his deliberate
crossing, trusting cars to stop in time.
They always did.
Sometimes
the drivers would look at me in exasperation.
I would mouth “Not. My. Cat.”
But with Speck nosing at my pant leg and looking for an ear scratch, it wasn’t
a plausible denial.
The key
point in all of this is that neighbors talked more with neighbors. Whether it was to ask where Speck lived or to
share stories of Speck’s wanderings, he became a conversation starter. I chatted with neighbors from blocks away who
I’d never met, but who knew Speck well.
The little guy made the key neighborhood introductions in his own way.
You may have
noted that I’ve been writing of Speck in the past tense. Two weeks ago, after years of taking his
chances crossing the streets, he curled up on a neighbor’s front porch and died
of old age. Everything considered, it
was a good end, better than many of us had feared.
The woman on
whose front porch he passed away knew Speck well, as we all did. But she didn’t know where he lived. It took the neighborhood grapevine several
days to make the connections. But the
grapevine worked and Speck’s owner was able to claim him at the animal shelter. His ashes will be coming home to the street
on which he prowled for so long.
As one
neighbor wrote to Speck’s owner, “Speck visited us when we first moved in. And he visited us on the day we put up our “For
Sale” sign. It was as if he was telling
us that he’d been here when we arrived and would be here after we were
gone. I’m sad that he was wrong on the
latter point.”
Did Speck
turn our neighborhood into an interconnected, urban paradise? No.
Creating that kind of neighborhood takes many steps. But Speck took us a step in the right
direction. Which was a fine
accomplishment for a little black cat.
As always,
your questions or comments will be appreciated.
Please comment below or email me.
And thanks for reading. - Dave Alden (davealden53@comcast.net)
What a lovely, sweet and beautiful post. Thank you so much.
ReplyDeleteI am glad to know Speck, albeit posthumously. He is indeed "such stuff as dreams (and communities) are made on." Thank you, Dave.
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