A Great Friend is Worth a Million Traffic Jams...

Today traffic was abysmal. It took 2 hours to drive the 8 miles home from work. This is because Atlanta has been under siege from an ice storm all week. You would think that the city could scrape a few cents together to get some salt out on the major roads, maybe throw some gravel around big intersections. Instead, we have black ice (from two days of sunmelt and refreeze) under drivers who are desperate to get away from their children and pets.

Normally, should you ask, I would assert that my idea of Hell would be to have a 2 hour long commute to and from a job that I really couldn't remember much about. Each day, 2 hours each way, with the destinations being kind of a blur. Hell. However, tonight, towards the end of my trip, I realized that I had been listening to Traffic, quite enjoying it really, and it brought a smile to my face. If music isn't the most transcendent thing we have down here, I don't know what is. Thanks, Glen.