The kids and I regularly go to Bluffton’s Senior Center to read the magazine: The Good Old Days. Yesterday we were reading a story about a Cincinnatian’s reminiscence of the old Rte 49 Fairmont-Downtown Zoo trolley. It ran on tracks and was pulled by horses. Then it stopped, replaced by buses which received power from overhead wires. Then those were retired in favor of the diesel buses. John Patton wrote: “The new fleet of orange-and-cream buses might have meant progress for the city…” Did it? The horses didn’t pollute, like burning fossil fuel to provide electricity does, or burning deisel does. (Read: global warming, carcinogenic emissions, and so on.) What’s more, Patton noted the horse drawn transportation moved at a decidedly slower pace. And was that bad? Fast paced traffic leads to scores of traffic deaths (one every 13 minutes in America) and maiming a year. It contributes to a fast paced society that, among many things, is absolutely thread through with stress disorders. This all begs the question: “Is all of what we are calling ‘progress’ in America, really progress?” My take: no.