Things had been going great for a while … in case you were interested. The doc told me my blood pressure had gone down. Yes, I was beginning to feel ‘stress free’. “What have you been doing”? Asked the doc. “Getting things off my chest, it makes me feel better,” I replied. “Good. Keep it up. Now, drop ya draws,” he said with a smile. He always seems to smile when he says that. I think he relishes the idea of making life uncomfortable for me. The quack!Was it possible? Had I found the cure-all? Could it be that simple? All I had to do for a healthier, stress-free life was to bitch and moan on paper and send it to the daily to print? Even the wifey said I wasn’t the pain in the butt as I used to be. So I decided to take break and give the old quill a rest and enjoy my new found piece of mind — my Utopia. Life was good!Yeah, well that lasted less than two weeks, didn’t it? So I dusted off my quill and put it back to paper and I will start by trying to educate the Corporation of Hamilton and the new Mayor on the words “Rush Hour“. Maybe those working in that fountainless white building are still in bed, while the rest of us are trying to make it to work on time. So it’s possible they are oblivious to this problem.Okay Mr Mayor, can you tell me who came up with the bright idea to have the Corporation workers paint a zebra crossing on Front Street at 8am in the height of morning “Rush Hour”, having to close down one lane of traffic on a major artery into town? Hang on, I got more! Whose brilliant mind came up with the changing of publicity banners on the lamp posts, involving a forklift in the middle of the road during morning “Rush Hour“ … again causing a traffic jam on Front Street?Wait a minute, I’m not finished yet. Now this one has been going on for a while and that is the Corporation of Hamilton trash truck, like clockwork picking up trash on Front Street in the morning at, take a guess, anyone? Yes, you got it, the morning “Rush Hour”. Not only do they do this in the morning but to add insult to injury, they come back for a second round between 5/5.30pm, causing more frustration to drivers.I will give it to boys who keep our trash bins and road side so clean — to watch them is a thing of beauty. The way they jump off the back of the truck run across the roads, avoiding the traffic as if it was a game of dodge ball — no one could ever choreograph those movements better. If anyone ever put it to music it would be a Broadway smash. I can see it now on Broadway, in lights, the musical production of “Trash”.But what’s not fair is that it’s not the decision makers that get the brunt of abuse from the commuters, and yes I confess, I’m one of them, it’s the workers who take the beeping of horns the ‘Are you serious, you’re doing this now?’ exclamations. Come on Mr Mayor; let’s be considerate — if not for the sake of us daily commuters trying to get work on time each day, but for the sake of your employees before one of them gets hurt.