Having read the letters to the editor, I am finally forced to write to all the complainers here in White Rock.
Trains, buses, new developments… complain, complain.
Why don’t people realize White Rock is at the end of a Peninsula? The U.S. border is next. So in order to get out of this area, we need cars and, yes, bus service.
Unfortunately, I became a cancer patient shortly after giving up my car, and I am eternally grateful to be able to catch the bus at Thrift Avenue and Johnston Road to get me to my many appointments at Surrey Memorial, Jim Pattison Outpatient Centre and downtown.
I really would be lost without that convenience.
I’ve never seen a bus barrel down any street, but I watch with amazement as cars fly through White Rock – certainly not obeying the speed limit.
To the person who just started renting a home on Thrift (Debate grows over long buses, Oct. 23 letters), you could always stay until the end of your lease and move. To me and many others, we need those Greyhound-type buses to get from A to B.
White Rock is no longer our little City by the Sea; it has become a large city with not a lot of room to manoeuvre!
Willy Clancy, White Rock