“Wait on the curb, kids. Wait until I say you can cross.” Janice, the crossing guard at Fairmount Avenue, stepped briskly into traffic, waving her sign and yelling “this means stop!” at the stray car that ignored the red “STOP” octagon she wielded.
“Okay, kids, now you can go.” I crossed with a troupe of elementary school children on their way home from school, and stopped to chat with Janice, as I often do…
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