The traffic signals take on new definition during the evening commute. Yellow means go. Even after the light goes Salsa, this means at least one more car and usually two get through. A reprieve of sorts — No study for tonight… The verbal exam for tomorrow’s AM has been pushed back. So, after a plastic cup of draft from the lobby (comp) and a few war stories traded poolside we ventured down Red Road for heaping plates of roast pork, black beans, and rice local style.