I grew up in and around the city, and was very conscious of crossing the roads. For a brief time I moved out west to a town where they took pedestrian right-of-way very seriously. I was confused at first when I’d be at a curb and cars would stop, and even honk with impatience while I habitually waited for them to pass. It took a while to get used to that.

I only spent a few months there, but when I got back to New Haven I was so used to cars stopping that I nearly got hit a few times until I re-learned to be safe.