My Traffic Light
This town still had electric busses. They had trolley poles projecting off the back of the bus touching two overhead high voltage wires suspended between light poles. Once in a while, a bus would loose its connection and get caught in the traffic light lines blowing out all of the lights and the controller for that intersection. So, my friend would be up all night rewiring the lights. Well, needless to say, he
had many tales about his adventures with traffic signals, intersections,
accidental encounters, break fluid, the police, and the bus company.
Anyhow, one day he showed up at my door and said he had a present for me, a token of his appreciation for our friendship. He then carried in this huge big green and yellow thing that was about 3 feet tall and about a foot wide and almost 2 feet deep. It didn’t seem to be very heavy, because he could carry it with several fingers through a hole in the top.
Well, I kept this colorful symbol of arbitrating conflicting ideas for quite a few years. It sat in the corners of various basements of the many places I lived. Just recently I decided to clean it up, wire it, attach it atop a short piece of pipe and mount it on a wood base. It now stands next to the TV, another demanding light of clashing ideologies. It makes a nifty conversation piece. I wonder what Jung would say about this enlightened icon of do`s and don'ts that demands one`s undivided attention while being approached. SteveS June 11, 1989 P. S. The bottom lens appears to be blue. That`s because it is. In the old days, they used 5000 hour incandescent bulbs which produced a yellow light (2400o K) hence making the resulting light appear green.
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