He stops cyclists crossing against the light when it’s the pedestrians’ turn. He
makes sure that pedestrians walk exactly where they are supposed to walk, and
even if you are 300 or so feet away and jay-walk, he spots you, turns on the
bullhorn, and orders you back to where you came from. Having seen him do that
to one poor soul, I would not have dared to walk at the wrong time or place. He
demands that a passing roller-blader get off the street and onto one of the walks.
Young people laugh at him, but they still obey the rules. A reason for the laughter,
I think, is that there are no cars and precious few cyclists or pedestrians. It’s