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Complete streets need to cross city limits

I heard the horn honk a second time and turned around. There was a man parked in a minivan sitting at the corner. I pointed to myself with a questioning look on my face, and he nodded and beckoned me over. “Want a ride?”

The author in 1989.
The author in 1989.

My mother always told me not to get into cars with strangers, particularly strange men. But I was running late from my job as a cashier at Caldor’s on Ulster Avenue. I was worried about getting to Uptown Kingston in time to catch the bus home. That was the last bus that Sunday evening; if I missed it, my parents would have to drive to Kingston to pick me up.

When “John,” as he introduced himself, took a turn away from Uptown, onto the highway, and sped up, I got a little uneasy. When he said, “So, Angus, have you ever been with a man before?” I definitely got worried.

“Uh, no,” I answered.
“Do you want to have sex with a man?”
“No, sorry.”
“Do you want to have sex with me? If you close your eyes you won’t know it’s not a woman.”
“No, thanks. I just want to go to Searstown.”

Thinking back on it, the sidewalk was pretty desolate on a Sunday evening, the perfect place for gay men who don’t want to be observed. John must have been inviting me to have sex with him, and figured that nobody who didn’t want to have gay sex would get into a minivan with a strange man. When he realized that I had taken his offer of a ride literally, he was understanding about the whole thing. Fortunately, he was a decent guy and he dropped me off in Searstown just like he had said, with a little pat on my knee. I made it to the bus in time.

Of course, there could have been another guy cruising that block of Ulster Avenue who wasn’t as decent as John. That was one of the many commuting dangers I faced during the six months I worked at Caldor’s. I had a car when I took the job, but shortly after that the right front wheel broke. I couldn’t afford to get it fixed (on an entry-level part-time cashier’s wages?), so I had to pay $35 to get it junked. I couldn’t ride my bike, because it was too far to ride the whole thirteen miles back to Woodstock. I took the Trailways bus instead.

The store, and many others like it, was four miles from the Kingston bus station, in the town of Ulster. The Trailways buses never went there, the Kingston city buses don’t go past the city limits, and the Ulster County buses only ran a few times in the middle of the day. Neither of them ran on Sundays. Trailways didn’t allow bicycles that weren’t in boxes, so I couldn’t ride my bike from work to the bus. I walked.

The biggest danger by far, a much bigger danger than a few cruising gay men, was the speeding traffic along Ulster Avenue, especially on the part that is Route 9W. For the two miles in the Town of Ulster, there is only a narrow sidewalk on the west side of the four-lane road, nothing on the east side. The speed limits are high, and the cars are noisy. There are many curb cuts to get to one strip mall or another, and drivers take the turns too fast.

Ulster Avenue is one of three roads that go from Kingston to the shops in Ulster. The other one is East Chester Street, Route 9W, and it’s worse. It has only two lanes, but no sidewalks, and people drive even faster. The third is U.S. Route 209, a limited-access highway.

Sometimes, to get away from the noise and danger of Ulster Avenue, I would walk along the West Shore railroad tracks. Of course, walking on an active rail line is a very dangerous activity as well. I was always careful to listen and to look in front and behind me, but if I had tripped and fallen I could have been unable to escape from a train.

I survived the summer at Caldor’s, but I never took another job in Ulster County again. I didn’t want to buy another car, and I didn’t want to have to deal with getting to the strip malls of the Town of Ulster, where more and more of the county’s jobs are concentrated. Instead, I spent the summers in Binghamton and Chicago, and moved to the city when I finished school.

My sister lives in Uptown Kingston now, but most of the work is in Ulster. The county buses run more frequently these days, but only a few times on Saturdays and not at all on Sundays. So my sister takes taxis a lot of the time, which cut into her wages.

Tonight on the Tri-State blog I read that the City of Kingston has received a grant from the Robert Wood Johnson Foundation to combat childhood obesity through education, complete streets.

It’s true that there are a few difficult spots for walking in the city. One street that really feels uncomfortable to walk on is Washington Avenue north of Schwenk Drive, which leads to most of the city’s motels. The Robert Wood Johnson Foundation’s project page also describes the difficulty of getting to Kingston Point Park, along streets with no sidewalks.

Honestly, though, most of the streets of Kingston are pretty good for walking and bicycling. Tri-State’s Nadine Lemmon points out that Broadway is four lanes, but it’s got sidewalks on both sides and there are parallel side streets. The intersections could definitely be more pedestrian-friendly, but I’ve seen much worse. Most of the streets without sidewalks are small streets with little or no car traffic.

The biggest challenge to safe walking and cycling in Kingston is in getting to the commercial heart of Kingston, which has actually not been in the City of Kingston since 1975 or so. It’s in the Town of Ulster. Caldor’s is now a Jo-Ann’s Fabrics, but there’s the Hudson Valley Mall, a Wal-Mart, a Barnes and Noble, a Lowe’s, and lots of other stores. A large proportion of the area’s jobs are at these stores, but there are also jobs at the old IBM plant nearby, which now hosts a data processing center for Bank of America.

It’s been clear to me for a long time that the development in the Town of Ulster has been a way for people to get around whatever rules (and taxes) existed in the City of Kingston. They didn’t have to build sidewalks or run buses, just a couple nice highways was all the infrastructure that IBM needed to suck all the workers out of Kingston, and all the stores needed to suck the shoppers out. But the city limit is a legal fiction. These stores and offices see a lot more shoppers than the stores and offices on Wall Street in Uptown, and have a greater claim to being part of the Kingston metropolitan area.

It’s nice to get kids to parks and schools, but I can say from personal experience that teenagers from all over Ulster County want to go to those shops, and Kingston teens are no exception. Maybe some are more sophisticated and want to go shopping in Poughkeepsie or even New York City, but most are headed to the mall.

I can kind of understand that government institutions are bound by the city limits. That’s why the Kingston city buses don’t go to the mall, although if I had ever been mayor I would have tried to figure out some way to send them there. What is more puzzling is that the Robert Wood Johnson Foundation also seems bound by those same city limits. The RWJF is a nationwide organization, and they work with pairs of counties like Nash and Edgecombe Counties in North Carolina. Why not pair up the City of Kingston and the Town of Ulster, and get them to work as a unit to solve a problem that affects them as a unit?

This Healthy Kids program will probably do some good for the children and teenagers of Kingston. But as long as it lets itself be confined by artificial boundaries it will fail to serve these children well. Because when they get old enough they will want to go to the mall. They may try walking on Ulster Avenue, and be the recipients of unwanted sexual attention. Walking or cycling, they may put their lives at risk on Ulster Avenue. They will probably give up, and depend on their families and friends. If they get enough money, they’ll buy their own cars one day. But they will not use active transportation on their way to and from the malls, and they’ll wind up waddling around Kings Plaza.

What the walking population of Kingston really needs, most of all, is reliable, frequent, round-trip transit to the malls, all day, seven days a week. The next thing is to make either Ulster Avenue or East Chester Street into a complete street that is safe to walk and bicycle, a street that attracts pedestrian-oriented development and a positive street life to drive away sexual activities. But it’s not going to happen as long as the Robert Wood Johnson Foundation thinks that its mission ends at the city limits.

grvsmth (Author)

Comments

  1. Grendel

    it get’s worse when you live in Rosendale or New Paltz and have to work in Kingston, UCAT or Trailways are your only way to get into kingston, then you have to hope you can catch the next UCAT bus to get to the mall

    UCAT’s a joke anyway, their scheduals never coincide, I usually had to catch the bus into kingstons, then the one from Kingston Plaza to Hudson Valley Mall hours ahead of time just to make sure I got to work on time at the Walmarts there, and had to make sure I got out no later than 4 so I can catch the last bus back to New Paltz.

    unless your in NYC, public transportation anywhere’s in the rest of the state sucks

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