I can’t count the number of times in my life that I have been driving to or from something and found myself regretting leaving my house at all because I became a part of bumper to bumper traffic that doubles how long it takes to get home. On Monday evening I found myself in those familiar circumstances when myself and my significant other, Caitlin, were driving south from Montpelier, alongside what seemed like half the entire population of New England. What our GPS assured us at first was a... Read this story
