The Final Stop

 

     There is a final resting place for old, retired traffic lights.  It's been said that late at night they can be heard reminiscing about the glory days, telling tales of caution, sudden stops and near misses.   Oversized loads barely clearing them as they hung, defenseless over intersections.  Winter blizzards causing them to squint through their frost-bitten lens.

     Of course, Skip always had the best stories, suspended over the No Turn on Red sign.  He would always giggle as he spoke of drivers getting tickets.  We think he really misses being out there.  He gets so quiet after he's told a story.  It's like his light burnt out. 

Sad, really.