a light on washington street

Last fall, I had a very scary experience. A man with a gun approached me as I was getting out of my car in front of my house. Everything turned out fine; I screamed as if I were trying out for a horror flick.

The following day, as I drove home, I noticed very few porch lights were shining on my street. In an effort to deal with my new terrors of getting out of my car and racing to my front door in the darkness; I called upon the neighbors for help.



To me, a shining lightbulb is an index of safety. I placed light bulb packages on the porches of several houses on my street as a gesture to inform others about my experience, to promote watchfulness and to encourage everyone to turn on a porchlight.