"Do you always park on the sidewalk," I asked the man whose shiny Range Rover blocked the walk east of the office building at SW 80th Street and 70th Avenue.
"Oh, I hate it," he said. "But I work here and there's no more space." There were, perhaps, a few spaces left on the building lot, though not enough for all the other cars nosed in alongside the British SUV.
"I know where you can get a bike," I said. "Fun to ride and easy to park."
"I know," he said, nodding toward Bikes to Go just two blocks away.
There's a bus stop at the building's front door, a Metrorail station three blocks from where the Range Rover preempted pedestrian right-of-way, and the south end of the M-Path equally close. I had to wonder how many of the building's occupants cranked up their 3,000-pound chariots to ride 10 miles or less to that admirably-located workplace.
In a nutshell, there was much to explain our country's abject dependence on oil from abroad. There, too, a challenge to our sense of social responsibility. America's heedless waste of oil, and the cost of that waste to our national wealth and well-being, have hurt us more than most of us know.
You can be sure, however, that our children will know the cost. How many of us can say to our son or daughter, "I did my best not to lay this burden upon you"?