I was driving in front of a friend once, sitting in a ghastly traffic jam, and I watched her read a book. Let me say this more clearly, I watched my friend drive a car and read a book at the same time. We were pretty stagnant, it’s true, but still it was insane. That, after all, is the frustration of traffic, I think, sitting almost motionless and yet having to maintain engagement in the act of driving. Feeling a part of your life getting stolen from you as you sit helplessly watching.
Alas, construction continues at the San Jose Airport.