We were stuck in traffic on the bridge. Bumper-to-bumper, absolute standstill, to the point where people were turning off their engines, rolling down their windows, and cussing I mean talking. I saw a man working his way along the line of cars toward us, saying…

So this is a blog. Not much to it. A place to say whatever you want to say, eh? Every place is a place to say whatever I want to say. Why are you making that face? If you don’t want to see me scratch…