Over the next four months I will be blogging live from Rhode Island where I am currently contracted at a summer stock theatre. I'm living in the smallest town in the smallest state having just the biggest time. I'm in a town called Wakefield. The funniest thing (to me) about this town is how obsessed they are with crossing the street. At every crosswalk there is posted this sign with a host of bright orange flags.
The people in this town actually pick up these flags and carry them across the street to alert traffic of pedestrian movement. And people actually do this! I saw a group of gangster-ish teenagers carrying these little flags across the street. And this old woman as well. People of all ages abide by this weird rule. What tops it all, however, is that in addition to the flags there is also a cross guard. I saw her today in her bright yellow vest waving her bright orange gloves at traffic helping people cross the street with their flags. The only thing I can think is that the people in this town have a serious case of dromophobia. What I have yet to figure out is what to do when all of the flags are on the other side of the street. I hope I never live to see the day!
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