I went Green Street all the way and went by a school. The intersection cop waxes all official and I see him looking into that radar gun and hear, in that authoritarian cop tone, "That's 12 miles an hour, Ma'am!" I chorgled and said in equally drill-seargentesque tones: "Gotta pick it up!!" and he echoed, "Gotta pick it up!" And I did...
This enabled me to charge through that PRospect light with seconds to spare :-) I had some sort of sprinkles on the way in... and it's supposed to get downright *nasty* for *days* according to the local weather guy - but it's "Isolated" and "few" showers according to the weather channel. We'll have to see!