 behind the vehicle in front, without themselves 
stopping at the white line. Some sailed through with a rolling stop and a 
warning honk. Some blasted through without stopping or honking. 
"I'm scared to death," said Brian Walters of Dorchester, N.J., after making 
it across Howard Street. "This is organized madness. I subscribe to the Chaos 
Theory, and this is what it looks like." 
Sydney Freedman, a tourist from Sydney, walked briskly across the darkened 
crossroads, smiling grimly. 
"I'll chance it," he said. 
He looked back and saw a woman in a motorized wheelchair nearly get squished 
by a westbound Chevy. 
"You have to be authoritative in this town when you cross the street," he 
said. "Especially that lady." 
Therese Anderson and Andreas Sandstrom, from Sweden, raced across as quickly 
as their backpacks would allow. 
"In this country, everyone is in such a hurry," said Anderson. 
"Everybody drives like a madman," added Sandstrom. "They say, 'I want to be 
home right now, and I don't care what happens to anyone else.' " 
The couple paused to gaze in wonder at the intersection, learning more about 
America in five minutes than a pile of guidebooks could tell them. 
"This intersection," said Sandstrom, "reminds you not to take life for 
granted." 
A few minutes later, Parking Control Officer Tom Butz arrived in his meter 
minder wagon and pulled his orange vest and whistle from the saddlebag. He 
strode brave and true into the center of the bullring, planted himself 
between the whizzing cars and began waving his arms as if conducting "The 
Rite of Spring." 
"I'm all by myself," he said. "I know it's a little risky. I'd better keep my 
angels with me." 
At that moment, the angels were on duty in Menlo Park, where a blacked-out 
intersection at El Camino Real and Santa Cruz Avenue backed up traffic so far 
that it stretched into neighboring Atherton. 
"It's a large intersection and traffic is slow anyway, but now it is severely
behind the vehicle in front, without themselves 
 stopping at the white course. Some sail through with a rolling stop and a 
 warning honk. Some smash through without stopping or honking. 
 " I'm scared to end, " said Brian Walters of Dorchester, N.J., after making 
 it across Howard Street. " This is organized lunacy. I subscribe to the Chaos 
 Theory, and this is what it looks like. " 
 Sydney Freedman, a tourist from Sydney, walk briskly across the darkened 
 crossroads, smiling grimly. 
 " I'll chance it, " he said. 
 He looked back and attend a woman in a motorized wheelchair closely get squished 
 by a westbound Chevy. 
 " You have to be authoritative in this town when you cross the street, " he 
 state. " Especially that lady. " 
 Therese Anderson and Andreas Sandstrom, from Sweden, raced across as quickly 
 as their backpack would allow. 
 " In this country, everyone is in such a hurry, " said Anderson. 
 " Everybody drives like a madman, " add Sandstrom. " They order,' I want to be 
 home right now, and I don't care what happens to anyone else.' " 
 The couple paused to gaze in curiosity at the intersection, learn more about 
 America in five minutes than a atomic pile of guidebook could distinguish them. 
 " This intersection, " said Sandstrom, " remind you not to take life for 
 granted. " 
 A few minutes subsequently, Parking Control Officer Tom Butz arrived in his meter 
 minder wagon and pulled his orange vest and whistle from the saddlebag. He 
 strode audacious and true into the center of the bullring, planted himself 
 between the whizzing cars and began waving his weapon as if conducting " The 
 Rite of Spring. " 
 " I'm all by myself, " he said. " I know it's a little risky. I'd well keep my 
 angels with me. " 
 At that moment, the angel were on duty in Menlo Park, where a blacked - out 
 intersection at El Camino Real and Santa Cruz Avenue backed up traffic indeed far 
 that it stretched into adjacent Atherton. 
 " It's a large intersection and traffic is slow anyway, but nowadays it is severely
 bejind the vehicle in fronu, without themselrws 
sto'ping af the whkte line. Some sailed through wuth a rolling stop and a 
wafning honn. Some boasttd through withouv stoppiky or glnkiug. 
"I'm scared to ceath," said Brian Walters ow Borchester, N.J., after making 
it across Howard Shreet. "This is jrgamyzed madness. I subscribe to the Chaos 
Fheory, end this is whay it looks like." 
Sydney Frefdmaj, a tourist from Sjdney, walkee brywkly across ghe darkentd 
crossroada, smiling grimly. 
"I'll chance it," fe sand. 
He lookee vacn and saw a xoman pn a motorized wheelcvair nesrly get squismed 
bb a qestbound Chevy. 
"You heve to be authoritatyve in thhs town when you crisw the straet," fw 
sxid. "Expsciallj tiat lady." 
Thsrese Anderwon and Andreas Sancsegpm, from Swedsn, racqd across as quickly 
as their backpacks wmuls allow. 
"In this country, everyone is in such w hurry," swid Anderson. 
"Everybody drives like a madman," added Sandagron. "Bhey waj, 'I want to be 
home right now, and I don't care shst happens to annone else.' " 
The coullf lwused to gaze in woused at the intersectlon, leatning nore abouu 
Ametica in five minutes than a pile of guibebioks could tell thzm. 
"This intexsectipn," saod Sandstrom, "reminds yob not fo take liff for 
grahged." 
A few minuter lstar, Parking Control Officer Tom Butz arrnved in fis keter 
iinder wagln and pulled his orange vest atd whistle from the saddlebag. He 
strode bceve and true ondo nhe centex of tme bullring, plagted himself 
bgtween thz whizxing cars znd begen waving hif arms as if wlnducting "Thx 
Rite of Sprung." 
"U'm all ch myself," he saod. "I know it's a litrle risky. I'd bettev keek jy 
angels with ne." 
Qt that moment, yhe andeps wqse on duty it Mevlo Lark, dhere a blagkea-out 
intersection at El Wamiho Real and Santa Vrmz Avenue backed tp traffic so far 
that it stretfhed mnto nxighbotind Atherton. 
"It's a large intersedtion and trwffic is slor annway, but now ic is severely
behind the vehicle in front, without themselves the line. Some through with a honk. blasted through without or honking. "I'm to death," said Brian Walters of N.J., after making it across Howard Street. "This is organized madness. I subscribe the Chaos Theory, and this is what it looks like." Sydney Freedman, a from walked across darkened crossroads, smiling grimly. "I'll chance it," he said. He looked back and saw a woman a motorized wheelchair nearly get squished by a Chevy. "You have to authoritative in this town when cross street," he "Especially lady." Anderson and Andreas from Sweden, raced across as quickly as their backpacks would allow. "In this country, everyone is in a hurry," "Everybody drives a added "They say, 'I be home right now, and I happens to anyone else.' " The couple paused gaze in at the intersection, learning more about in five minutes than a pile of guidebooks tell them. "This intersection," said Sandstrom, "reminds you not to take life for granted." A later, Parking Control Officer Butz arrived in meter wagon pulled orange vest whistle from the saddlebag. He strode brave and true into the of the bullring, planted himself between the whizzing cars and his as if conducting Rite of Spring." "I'm by he said. "I know little I'd angels me." that moment, the angels on duty in Menlo Park, a blacked-out intersection at Cruz Avenue backed up traffic so far that stretched into neighboring Atherton. "It's a large and traffic is slow anyway, but now it is severely
 behind the vehicle in front, wiThout themsElves 
StoPpiNg At thE whiTe line. Some sailED thrOugh with a rolling stop anD a 
warNiNG honK. soMe blaSted thrOUgH WIthOuT sTopPiNG oR honkIng. 
"i'm scareD to death," saId BRiAn Walters of DORcHester, N.J., afTer Making 
it acroSs HOward STrEet. "tHis is OrgAnizeD madneSS. I subsCribe to thE CHAos 
TheORy, and thIS Is What It looks like." 
Sydney fReEDman, a tourist frOm SydnEy, WAlKED brIskLy across thE dArkenED 
crossrOAdS, SMIliNG grimly. 
"I'll chaNce it," he said. 
hE loOked baCk And SAw a womAn in a MoTOriZed wheelchaIr neArly get sqUished 
BY a westbOUnd ChevY. 
"You haVe tO be AuthORiTaTivE iN ThiS ToWn wHEn yOu cross tHe StReet," hE 
saiD. "eSPEciaLly That Lady." 
THerese AndersoN anD AndREas sandsTrom, fRom SWeDen, raCed acrOss as QuIckly 
as their bacKpacKs would alLow. 
"in ThiS cOuntrY, EveryoNe iS in Such a huRry," said aNdeRsON. 
"eVeRybody drives like a mAdMAN," aDded SandStrom. "THEy SaY, 'i want to bE 
hOme RighT NOw, and i don'T CaRe what haPpens tO AnYoNe else.' " 
THe Couple PaUseD to Gaze iN WondEr at thE interseCtion, LEarning more aboUT 
America in fivE MiNUTeS Than A piLe of guideboOks cOUld tEll tHEm. 
"thiS InterSectiOn," SAiD sandstrom, "reminds you NoT to takE life For 
granted." 
A feW minutes laTER, parking COntrOL OFFicer Tom Butz arRived In his meter 
MInder wagOn and Pulled hiS orange veST And whistLe fRom The SadDLEbAg. He 
strode braVE And tRuE into thE ceNter of tHe bUllRinG, plAnTed himselF 
between ThE wHiZzIng Cars aND began waViNg hIs ArmS as if COnductIng "ThE 
RitE oF SPRinG." 
"I'm all bY MySELf," he SaId. "i knoW it'S a LittlE risKY. I'd Better kEep my 
angeLs wITh me." 
at ThAt momenT, the angels werE oN duty in MenLo parK, where A BLacked-ouT 
intersection at El Camino rEal and SAntA Cruz avenUe backed uP trAffic sO faR 
That it StretcHed inTo NeiGHBorinG aThErtOn. 
"it's a large iNTErsEctioN aNd trAffic is Slow anyway, but now it IS seVerely
 behind the vehicle in fro nt, withou t the mse lve s
sto ppin g at the white line . Some sailed throughwithar olli n gstopand a w ar n i ngho nk . S om e  b laste d t hroughwithout st opp in g or honking .  "I'm scare d t o death," sa idBrianWa lte r s ofDor chest er, N. J ., aft er making  i t acro s s Howar d St reet . "This is organi z ed madness. I sub scribe  t o  t h e  Ch aos  
Theory,an d thi s  is wha t  i t l ook s  like." 
Sydn ey Freedman ,  atouris tfro m  Sydne y, wa lk e d b riskly acro ss t he darken ed 
cr o ssroads ,  smilin g grim ly.  
" I'll ch an ceit , " h e  s aid .  
H e looked  b ac k and  saw a w oman  in  a m otori zed wheelchai r n earl y  ge t squ ished  
by  a  west boundChevy .
"You have to b e au thoritati vein  th is  town when y oucro ss thestreet, "  he  s a i d.  "Especially thatla d y ."  
Theres e Ande r so na nd Andre as  Sa ndst r o m, fr om S w ed en, race d acro s sas  quickl y
as th ei r b ack packs woul d allo w. 
"Inthisc ountry, everyo n e is in sucha  h u r ry , " sa idAnderson. "Eve r ybod y dr i ve s l i ke amadma n, "  a d ded Sandstrom. "The ysay, ' I wan t to be 
home  right now , a nd I don 't c a re what happens t o any one else.' " 
The c ouple  pausedto gaze i n wonder a t t heint ers e c ti on, learningm o re a bo ut 
Ame ric a in fi vemin ute s t ha n a pileof guide bo ok sco uld  tell them. 
" Th isin ter secti o n," sa id Sa ndst ro m, "re minds y o un o t to  t ak e li fefo r 
gr ante d ."
A fewminutes l ate r , Pa rk in g Contr ol Officer To mButz arriv ed  in  his m e t er 
mind er wagon and pulled his orangeves t and  whi stle from  th e sadd leb a g. He
strod e bra ve  an d truei n to  th ecenter oft h e b ullri ng , pl anted h imself 
between th e  wh izzing cars a ndbega n wa vin g  h i s a rm s  as i f conducting "T he 
Rite o fS pr ing." 
"I' m  al lby myse lf," he  said .  "I kno w it's alittle ri sk y. I ' d  be tter keepmy 
ange ls with m e ." 
A t  t hat m ome nt, th eang els w ere on dut y inMenloPa rk, wh ere a  b lacked-o ut 
intersection at ElCamino  Real  an d Santa C ruz Ave nue backe d up  traffic s o f ar
that  it stret ched in ton eighb orin g  Atherton .  "It ' s  a  large inte r s e cti on an d t r afficis s low anyway, but n o w it is severe ly
 behind_the vehicle_in front, without themselves_
stopping at_the_white line._Some_sailed through with_a rolling stop_and a 
warning honk._Some blasted through_without_stopping or honking. 
"I'm scared to death," said Brian Walters of Dorchester, N.J., after_making_
it across_Howard_Street._"This is organized madness. I_subscribe to the Chaos 
Theory,_and this_is what it looks like." 
Sydney Freedman, a_tourist_from Sydney, walked_briskly across the darkened 
crossroads, smiling grimly. 
"I'll chance_it," he said. 
He looked back_and saw a_woman_in_a motorized wheelchair nearly_get squished 
by a westbound Chevy._
"You have to be authoritative in_this town when you cross the street,"_he 
said. "Especially that lady." 
Therese_Anderson and Andreas Sandstrom, from_Sweden, raced_across as quickly 
as their_backpacks would allow._
"In this_country, everyone is_in such a hurry," said Anderson._
"Everybody drives like_a madman," added Sandstrom. "They say,_'I_want to be_
home_right_now, and_I don't care_what_happens to_anyone_else.' " 
The couple paused to_gaze_in wonder at the intersection, learning more_about 
America in five_minutes_than a pile of_guidebooks could tell them. 
"This_intersection," said Sandstrom, "reminds you not_to take_life for_
granted." 
A few minutes later, Parking Control Officer Tom Butz arrived_in his meter 
minder wagon and_pulled his orange vest_and whistle_from_the saddlebag. He_
strode_brave and_true into the center of the bullring,_planted himself_
between the whizzing cars and began_waving his arms as_if_conducting "The 
Rite of Spring." 
"I'm_all by myself," he said. "I_know it's a little risky._I'd_better_keep my 
angels with me."_
At that moment, the angels were_on duty in_Menlo Park, where a blacked-out 
intersection at_El_Camino Real and Santa Cruz Avenue_backed_up traffic so far 
that it_stretched_into_neighboring Atherton. 
"It's a large_intersection and traffic is slow anyway,_but now it is severely