In our youth, we learn to cross the road with safety. We look both ways; we don’t walk out between parked cars; we cross at the crosswalks; we are cautious of following rogue chickens who step off the curb; in places like London, they even tell us which way we should look; and in Singapore, they are pretty insistent that we only cross where we are supposed to cross. But in Istanbul, a few years ago, I learned that there are other ways to cross the road. The Turkish people, you see, do not say “to cross the road.” They say “to throw oneself into the traffic.” I like that quite a bit in its broader metaphorical sense. Because if it is true, as Tom Cochrane says, that life is a highway, then throwing yourself into the traffic is definitely the way to go about it.