CALL ME SNAKE

Yesterday, after dropping my kids off at school, I was bicycling through Harvard Square where some construction is going on. I stopped at the red light and then walked my bike across the crosswalk as there were no pedestrians around. “Go ahead,” a policeman yelled at me. “Run the red light. You can do anything you want in Cambridge today.”

I resented his smart-aleck comment since I wasn’t doing anything really wrong. On the other hand, he hadn’t issued me a ticket so I guess I was ahead of the game. Plus, for the first time in my life, I had a free pass–license to do, well, anything. And what did I do? Nothing.