Sunday, August 15, 2010
We Tivertonians are a diverse lot. We worship at many different altars on a Sunday morning, but it seems like we all go to our sundry shrines in our cars.
As I drove south along Main Road this Sunday morning there were cars parked solidly along both sides. The first crowd clearly belonged to the Catholics who were all safely inside St. Christopher's Church for their 9:30 Mass as I drove by their empty cars. There sure were a lot of them. It's a little known fact that there are only two US states where more than 50% of the population claim adherence to the same religious denomination. One is Utah (Mormons); the other is Rhode Island (Catholics).
A little further along, the main cause of congestion was the cars of the coffee addicts getting their fix at our local coffee shop, Coastal Roasters. They have an outside seating area where you can sip your morning joe and watch the boats on the Sakonnet River. I drove carefully past here. You never know when one of the worshipers of the bean, all juiced up with java, will jump out between the parked cars into the traffic.
The congestion eased just south of the old Stone Bridge. The Episcopalians were at worship too but they do not seem to be as numerous as the Catholics. Or perhaps they just have a larger off-the-road car park.
I turned right into Nannaquaket Road and parked by the bridge. Time for my own personal addiction, my worship at the shrine of the cardio. A gentle four mile run around the back of Nannaquaket Pond and further down Main Road to Seapowet Avenue. Getting my running fix.
I drove north again after my run. As I carefully negotiated my way through the two lines of parked cars outside Coastal Roasters an elderly couple started wandering across the road in front of me. They weren't looking my way. They didn't seem to hear me. I stopped to let them cross. The woman must have sensed my presence and turned her head and saw me just before she completed her crossing. But the old dude kept ambling along at a snail's pace completely oblivious to the fact that he was stopping all the traffic. I gave him a cheery wave as I (eventually) drove past him. Honest. All five fingers.
We Tivertonians are a diverse lot. We respect each other's different forms of Sunday morning worship. The bread and the wine. The roasted bean. Bashing the pavement. Though if that old dude had actually been imbibing in Coastal Roasters I don't think much of the stimulative effects of their coffee.
Posted by Tillerman at 11:16 AM