Road work ahead

As I approached the intersection, I noticed construction equipment and cones. I signaled to turn right. A road worker with a hard hat and a neon yellow vest took note of me. (Imagine a highway maintenance version of Sam Elliott.) With a big smile, a broad sweep of his right arm, and an exaggerated kick — as though to shoo me — he directed me through the intersection.

The next day, I was coming from a different direction. Again, I signaled. This time, with great seriousness and an obsequious bow, he spread his arms to usher me in the direction I desired.

You don’t have to be a magician to make the world a magical place. You just need a little effort and a light heart.