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Unit 3 Out of StepBill Bryson1 After living in England for 20 years, my wife and I decided to move back to the United States. We wanted to live in a town small enough that we could walk to the business district, and settled on Hanover, ., a typical New England town — pleasant, sedate and pact. It has a broad central green surrounded by the venerable buildings of Dartmouth College, an oldfashioned Main Street and leafy residential neighborhoods.2 It is, in short, an agreeable, easy place to go about one’s business on foot, and yet as far as I can tell, virtually no one does.3 Nearly every day, I walk to the post office or library or bookstore, and sometimes, if I am feeling particularly debonair, I stop at Rosey Jekes Caf233。 for a cappuccino. Occasionally, in the evenings, my wife and I stroll up to the Nugget Theatre for a movie or to Murphy’s on the Green for a beer, I wouldn’t dream of going to any of these places by car. People have gotten used to my eccentric behavior, but in the early days acquaintances would often pull up to the curb and ask if I wanted a ride.4 “I’m going your way,” they would insist when I politely declined. “Really, it’s no bother.”5 “Honestly, I enjoy walking.”6 “Well, if you’re sure,” they would say and depart reluctantly, even guiltily, as if leaving the scene of an accident without giving their name.