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Lifes Little Traffic LightsI love it, life is so crazy. Ive always verbalise if it isnt going to bother me in three to five years, then Im not going to worry about it now, then I come across what I like to refer to as a traffic light you tell apart, those little situations and encounters that make you stop and reminisce about a time and place that you left behind so long ago, deep in the folds of your memory, and the sudden slap of reality that makes you stop and look around and stand for whats different?, whats changed?, and what path has brought me here? You see a traffic light is like a memory, better than a picture, its a feeling you get deep inside. A sudden sense of knowing exactly who you are and why, often times all in the depths of a genius moment. Still confused? Heres an exampleIts a fairly brisk day in January of 2002, brisk enough to turn my phase slightly purple in spots where Im scarred or bruised, I walk into the dry cleaners after a wretched work day, to pick up the pants that have been sitting there for about three weeks (I seem to have the memory of a gold seek and the attention span of a fruit fly). Of course Im in a big damn hurry even though I have no where in particular to be and nothing in my near future has been marked urgent (its just the sense of indispensableness that makes whatever it is that Im doing seem so much more important than what it really is) I encounter a motherly looking middle-aged Native American woman, who in just a smile seems kind and warm enough to pull me from myself and set me back into the reality of my objective. She doesnt know it but shes about to take me for my last $15, but damn I really want to wear those pants tonight. She looks up as she workforce me my receipt and very politely asks me with a wonderful note of concern in her voice your nose it looks bruised, did something happen to it?, having heard this question what seems like a thousand times during the winter months, I give her my standar d answer, oh, yes I broke it a couple of years ago, and the mark always shows when its cold away(p) wont it ever go away?