It is a shame that the good, law-abiding people of College Hill have to put up with the fools that were driving like this the night before I photographed these tire tracks in the snow. That is a four-way stop in the photos above and below, and there is no way someone could lose control so badly that they would fly up on the curb unless they had been speeding and blowing through the stop sign. This is one time that I am thankful there was a vacant lot at the intersection and no parked cars to hit.
Meanwhile, these tire tracks seem to show what happens when a car hit a telephone pole and fire hydrant at a high rate of speed. From the looks of it, the automobile bounced off two to three feet, and then proceeded on its way.
Wild and crazy skid marks in the snow were evident coming down the hill. As someone who has driven in horrible conditions in mountain snowstorms, lake-effect squalls, and deep snow, I can tell you this is caused by reckless, idiotic speeding.
“reckless, idiotic speeding”
There is hardly a street/road/avenue/boulevard in the City where this isn’t a problem. I drive on Kingshighway everyday and am amazed but the sheer insanity of people, especially the stretch between I-64 and I-70. The police (I know they have other problems to look after) really need to start patrolling this area for crazy drivers. Someone is going to die while these knuckleheads race from red-light to red-light.
I agree with you Sara, except for one thing–people have already been dying because of this behavior.
My aunt and uncle and cousins lived in the house in the top pic, 2nd house in from Emily Avenue (East Linton Avenue). They moved @1969/1970 to Hathaway Meadows in Moline Acres.
The one-story house with a window on either side of the front door?
Yes, the one story house. My family spent many a Christmas Day there.
Thanks, Steve. It’s hard to see in the picture, but the house is still occupied and in good shape.
Yes, seems to be well preserved. The house is really small (4 rooms, 2BR,, 1 bath, kitchen and living room) but the basement was finished off for more space. Even though it was small, my aunt and uncle were wonderful, kind people who could take a very modest space and make it a comfortable and inviting home. I don’t know when they bought the place or if they were the first owners, but they probably bought the place in the late 1940’s or early 1950’s. There we there as far back as I can remember, and I’m 66. Thanks for bringing back great memories and thanks for all the hard work you do with this site. It must be a labor of love.