This appeared in the The Globe and Mail a little while ago:
It’s a ritual. You walk up to an intersection, press the little pedestrian button that is supposed to change the traffic lights for you, and nothing happens for a long, long time. In this computer-controlled age, you are merely letting the traffic light know [...]
Years ago when I did drama, it always seemed like the plays we did were total chaos up until the last minute. It would always come right down to the wire, say, five days before opening night; there would be a frenzy of activity as actors struggled to remember their lines, set painters and decorators [...]
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