What with SxSW, vintage vehicles, motorcycle rallies official and un-, arts festivals, footraces, and street and parks events of every kind, it’s becoming more and more impossible to get around town on weekends and sometimes weekdays as well. The buses are detoured, people on foot are forced to go way, way around their customary routes, and suburbanites unfamiliar with downtown heedlessly pilot their giant vehicles the wrong way on one-way streets. We had trouble shopping for food this weekend and gave up altogether on getting to the dry-cleaner’s. Throw in the low-hovering helicopters by day and by night and the ever fillthier air, and there’s a touch of the existence displayed in the movie Blade Ruinner. Sometimes it just seems as though we’re living in a theme park accessorized in a dystopian fashion with chopper clatter and sirens. Grumble, grumble. Not that I’m not out there contributing to the multitudes myself at most of these events. As Yogi Berra is reputed to have said, “Nobody goes there anymore. It’s too crowded.”