Pollution from the traffic, Kris. Traffic congestion and its after effects are part of what’s driving me out of Colorado, if for no other reason I couldn’t get from point A to point B without having people take ridiculously dangerous chances to move six inches ahead of you.

Someone said the other day that it’s not “traffic, YOU’RE the traffic.” How is it always the Other Guy, and not me? how is it that it’s forever the rest of the world that’s imposing on me rather than perhaps I might be imposing on the Rest of the World?

But that’s just me.