D.O.P.-T.

I took a walk around the park in the early evening. Youngsters were playing semi-organised 5-a-side fotball/soccer on the circular lawn (coaches-cum-refs, one side wearing yellow pinnies/vests, but no goals). A couple of guys had stopped to watch with appreciation. Kids' softball with several fans on the diamond that doesn't have bleachers. A long-haired middle-aged guy pedalled by on the pavement/sidewalk on a tall tricycle, towing a big wooden crate trailer. Various couples and individuals were promenading mostly medium-sized dogs. As I started to cross the street at the far end of the park (very clearly marked pair of crossings, with a warning sign), a car zoomed through and I had to hesitate and wave with both hands to get the following driver to stop. (Frankly shocking; Waymos do better.) As I crossed, a peloton of runners pounded along the way I was going to go, so I kept to the right and was passed by many following non-clumped ones. At the near end of the park, they were turning right; as I waited for my "walk" sign going straight, I noticed only two of the stragglers cut across before actually coming to the crossing: the only woman I noticed, and the least svelte guy. But two dog-walkers jaywalked on the next block. And there was apparently baseball on the other diamond; a youth sprinted across the street, retrieved a ball from the gutter, checked for traffic, sprinted back ... and threw short, someone else had to scoop it up at the base of the fence.