May 1, 2003
I tempt the fates driving home from an afternoon of color and texture, heading east as the evening rush begins. During the half hour from north to south shore the sky changes from a brilliantly sunlit blue summer to forbidding grey with swirling mists dancing across the road as the south shore approaches. Traffic is acceptable and I imagine what it would be like to be one of the millions of Americans who drive to work. Aside from a three month internship the summer before college, I have never driven to and from work but always relied on public transit.