With master stuck in traffic, a canine gazes out of an S10 Blazer at your Mr.Wonderful.
The photo is blurry due not to movement, but to the limited capabilities of my pocket
camera in the dark.
Here is the line of westbound tail lights of I'm sure that amounted to tens of thousands
of vehicles eventually being routed off at the Cave Creek exit. All because one or more
morons was in such a hurry that he or she couldn't keep a minimum distance of ten car
lengths (approximately thirteen grave-lengths) from the vehicle in front of them.
And died.
Here, after renewing an old acquaintance, a lady walks back to her car while the
rest of us wait.
