Greenfeld's column so reminded me of an incident which occurred to me one afternoon more than four years ago. It was the unbearably hot Olympic summer of 1984 and I was a large seven months pregnant with my first child. I was returning to my car, which I had parked in the middle of a very long block of La Brea Avenue to go to an art supply store directly across the street. Rather than waddle all the way to the corner in the humid heat, I committed the sin of jaywalking.
After carefully ascertaining that there was no traffic in either direction, I crossed and was opening the car door when an enormous motorcycle policeman roared up, his face hidden behind mirror glasses and a helmet. He impassively announced that he was giving me a ticket for jaywalking and proceeded to do so. I was too intimidated and flabbergasted to say anything. Besides, my only defense was being pregnant, tired, miserably hot and having aching feet, none of which he would have cared about anyway.
