Letter: Bridge Street nonsense
It reminded me of walking through the infamous “red light” district in Amsterdam a few years ago, being shouted at from storefronts, promising “deals” that would change my life, or at least make it a tad better in the short term.
But this was Bridge Street (and also Wall Street) while strolling around during the GoPro Mountain Games in Vail a few weeks ago.
Beer in one hand with a wife and/or grandson in the other, we were subjected to continuous shouts of: “Hi, how are you?!” “Hey, you’re a local, right?” “I really like your sunglasses.” “Is that a Rolex?”
And what were these conniving carnival barkers barking? As far as I could tell, without acknowledging their existence, of course, was jewelry and skin care of some sort.
Why is this nonsense allowed along our most pretentious of prestigious people pathways?
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Sure, First Amendment rights and all that, but come on, no one visits Vail with the desire to be shouted at from hucksters hawking cheap overpriced crap while strolling along our beautifully manicured walkways.
This is Bridge Street, not Bourbon Street.
Cut it out.
Richard Carnes
Avon
