The walk light is a decoration. How silly, to think the orange hand is the arbiter for when you stop and when you go. And that little white man? He means nothing, you’re already off the curb when he appears. You can tell the suburbanites by those who stand still while everyone else is walking. You can tell the tourists by those who look terrified to cross the street (along with the fold-out maps and sneakers, but that’s another post). Every day, you dare that walk light – try to beat me. But shame on you if it ever wins.