What's the hurry?

One of the things I've noticed since we moved back to Lincoln is that the quality and content of "letters to the editor" are, well, not always that great. Most letters, in my humble opinion, aren't much more than poorly composed rants about why Lancaster County shouldn't build a drag strip just outside the Lincoln city limits or why kids should be more respectful while they loiter at Gateway Mall. So, I was caught off guard by a letter in this morning's paper:

Whats their hurry?

Every day, as I walk along our lovely suburban streets, I am struck by the irony: The apparently God-fearing, conservative-voting middle-class drivers in their ubiquitous Chrysler vans and Chevy Suburbans, sporting their Jesus fish, Fortenberry bumper stickers and magnetic yellow ribbons are guess what? Speeding.

Huh. I guess its OK to go 40 in a 25 when Kaitlin is late for her soccer game!

Barbara Pederson, Lincoln

I almost spit my Lucky Charms across the table when I read that last line. Good work, Barbara. We'll all try to slow down a bit.