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Today the man across the street was so in a rush to wherever he was going that he nosed his car between the car I was driving and a parked car, as if his car could suddenly turn on its side and propel itself… Continue Reading “Why the Man Across the Street is Like a Grain of Rice”
Today the man across the street was so in a rush to wherever he was going that he nosed his car between the car I was driving and a parked car, as if his car could suddenly turn on its side and propel itself… Continue Reading “Why the Man Across the Street is Like a Grain of Rice”
The four-way stop is an emblem of civilization. With no one directing traffic and no lights to guide, drivers at the four corners take their turns. A properly functioning four-way stops operates as seamlessly as a roundabout filled with skilled, experienced drivers. It’s orderly… Continue Reading “The Four-Way Stop”
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