Rush hour traffic on a vacation Monday
One overloaded black pickup truck plus one fast-changing green light, equals one broken rearview mirror. Not a planned expense on my annual spring getaway to Massachusetts. Returning to my daughter’s house from a visit with old friends, I missed my turn. Ever the explorer, I thought, “I might as well see where this road takes me.” B-I-G mistake. A few miles later, I rounded a rotary, still in the suburbs south of Boston. But in short order, I was in heavy rush hour traffic. OK, Doofus, this is a mess of your own making. Whaddaya gonna do now? Boston’s traffic was voted the ...