Oren

I'd made the drive from Westchester County—Rye to Brooklyn—hundreds if not thousands of times. Through the years I'd seen the changes, the improvements. The roads had become highways. The highways expanded. Theoretically it should have lessened the time needed for the commute. That was in theory.

Through the years the traffic had grown, tripled if not quadrupled. It didn't matter if I took the Throgs Neck or Whitestone Bridge, there were always backups. Always ...