Once again I'm a day late and a dollar short. I spent a fair amount of time working on video projects for our Jun film festival. That was all well and good, but here's what I want to talk about today: my ride home.
My dad used to commute for western Long Island to Jersey City every day. His morning commute was less than an hour, but his ride home could be more than two. I know this is not unique, but I never wanted to spend that much of my day on the road. It takes me about a half hour to get to each of my schools in the morning and a little longer to get home. I can count on one hand the number of times I have had traffic issues in the morning. Driving home is another story. I bought a GPS that provides traffic information. I get alerts on my phone. I listen to the traffic radio station. Most of the time I know if there is an accident or some other event that might significantly lengthen my ride home. I've had my fair share of smug moments driving the back roads and watching the cars crawl on the highway just a few hundred feet away.
Yesterday was not one of those days. Somehow I missed the signs and spent a good 45 minutes or more, bumper to bumper, stop and go. My 30 minute trip took almost an hour and a half. When this happens there's not much you can do. Pop in a CD and relax because fighting it is like punching a mirror. You may break the glass but you'll just end up with a bloody fist.
But still . . .
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