I think the big military man crossing guards are odd in a futuristic war movie kind of way, but I do appreciate them. I'm embarrassed to admit this, but one day last year they saved John's life.
John was riding in the jogging stroller, while Emily and Sydney were riding their bikes. As we crossed the intersection in the above picture, Emily had some trouble getting her bike up onto the curb. I let go of the stroller and turned to give Emily's bike a boost up. While my back was turned, John's stroller rolled backwards off the sidewalk, bumped down the curb, and kept on rolling into the street.
I didn't notice, but the crossing guard did! He ran across the street, swooped up the stroller from middle of the road out of the direct path of a zooming white van, and held onto it for me until my hands were free. (bad mom award) When I thanked him, he said (you won't believe me, but he really did say this:) "Just doing my job, ma'am."