In Passing . . .
As I was crossing (against the light, I admit) 72nd Street at Broadway, a
mother came towards me with her daughter, maybe 5 years old. As they
passed me, I heard -
"Mommy, why are we walking when the sign says,
'Don't walk'?"
"That's an excellent question and I'm very
proud of you for noticing that. Now hurry up, we're late."
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