Talking crosswalks in Brookline
New advanced signals are especially chatty.
“Wait,” the man’s voice says. “Wait.” He’s insistent. A bit terse even. I press the button to cross the street, and he’s after me again, firmly. “WAIT!” he says, like an exasperated parent. I’ll give the guy a break, though. He has my – and our – best interests at heart. I say “he” – I’m anthropomorphizing a crossing signal at a Brookline intersection. Boy, is this one chatty. It turns out that where I’m standing on Beacon Street is part of a town experiment of sorts to test out more advanced signals, especially helpful to the visually impaired.