I’ve been meaning to capture the following video, the wonderful sound principally, for months.
I pass the box every other day and marvel at the mechanical sounds issuing forth. Twenty four seven, as they say, for, according to a friend, about thirty years. He remembers ripping through the intersection as a young man before the signal was in place (placed at the highest spot in Albany). How proud I’d be to have designed or made such a box. Wonderful that it is still there. I am sure it uses more electricity than a current switch on a board, but sometimes the best solution is to leave a thing in place to do its job.
Happy Friday, friends.