Looking Forward by Ted Bellamy


I was driving back from a wedding with my beloved granddaughter. (I didn’t age much while I was sleeping, so people usually think I’m her dad). We were laughing about something as we came off the freeway at Slauson, and I stole a glance at her, because there’s nothing more beautiful than her face when she’s laughing.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the light at Green Valley Circle turn yellow. In the next split-second, here’s what went through my mind, “it’s late, there’s no one around, I’m tired, I don’t want to jolt us, let me just goose the foot feed here, instead of clamping on the binders.”

When the flashbulb went off, she said “Hey grandpa, what was that?”

“I think we just got a ticket.” In retrospect, I can’t help but notice that “WE.” As if she had something to do with it.

I explained to her the mechanism of the red light cameras, and started to talk about all the ways they could malfunction… but young women these days seem to see self-justification coming from a mighty long ways away. I got “the look,” and I shut up.

It was a long, sleepless night. I worked on the marvelous story I was going to tell the judge that would reduce him to tears and lead him not just to forgive my ticket but actually pay me money for my inconvenience, But when I went to write it down as the sun came up, I kept wondering how I was going to sell it to my granddaughter. What lesson would she take away from me beating the ticket?

There are two hotels right near the intersection of Green Valley Circle and Slauson. What if there had been a wedding at one of them that night? What if another fellow, just like me, had been leaving that wedding with HIS beloved granddaughter, laughing and talking, and glancing at each other? What if maybe he was one of those guys who prided himself on “timing the lights,” watching for the yellow on the cross street so he wouldn’t have to slow down, wasting his time and hey, wasting gas, too? A clever guy, just like me?

Which of us would be in the emergency room this cold dawn, waiting for the doctors to come out with that horrible stony smile? Which of us would spend the rest of our lives rationalizing that instantaneous unimaginably stupid decision?

I love red light cameras. Every time I see a yellow light now, I just put my foot on the brake. Life’s a lot simpler that way. I may lose a whole three minutes a day at an intersection.

As the guy at traffic school said to us all, “You didn’t get this ticket because you made a mistake. You got this ticket because you did the same wrong thing over and over again, and you finally got caught.”


Next week we’re going to talk about economics. Stop on by.

The Actors' Gang


  1. Thanks for the article Ted. I’ve known too many people who have died in car accidents, and I think you’re right; we get caught because we’re doing the wrong thing over and over. My $500 red light ticket changed my driving habits. Hopefully others who get these tickets will get past the anger and realize that if they become a safer driver, they might prevent accidents and the trouble and heartache that come with them.

  2. I read your posts all the time, but have never commented. I just wanted to take the time to stop and tell you how much one reader appreciates your words. It seems most people only want to comment to point out how they disagree, but every once in a while we should just stop to say “Thanks!”.

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