People complain about the traffic in Los Angeles, and rightly so. It is terrible. Isn’t LA traffic one of the layers in Dante’s depiction of Hell? I think it is. A punishment for vanity, perhaps?
I remember all too often being stuck in one spot, not moving—the exit in sight. Ten minutes… Twenty minutes… Oh look, we moved 30 feet. Thirty minutes… For the…
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