Friday, 13 July 2012 00:00
As a teenager and even today, getting up at 6:30 a.m. is a task. But that’s what I had to do to get to Sewanhaka High School on time for the 7:45 a.m. bell. The only saving grace was the walk. Yes, I said the walk.
I lived near St. Vincent De Paul Church in Elmont, which is just close enough to SHS to not be eligible for bus privileges and just far enough to be considered exercise for a then 14 to 18-year-old teenage boy with the metabolism as fast as the Road Runner.
As much as I would be half asleep trekking across the church parking lot, then down Hancock Street to turn on to Landau Avenue, it was worth it. If there’s one stretch of road, albeit a long main road, that could be set in small town America, it was Landau.
The grass is always green and pedestrian traffic usually consisted of children or young adolescents enjoying the day. At the end of the school day, Landau Avenue always represented finality. After a hard days work in the classroom, when I reached Landau, a litany of possibilities were in front of me.
The walk gives one a time to reflect, ponder and guess as to what’s ahead. It lets your mind stay in motion as your legs move back and forth on the pavement.
In the morning, the stroll meant an education. In the afternoon, the walk was the way home.