“The citizen began to notice that wherever he drove, by the time he arrived at his destination there’d be some of the same artery-cloggers there, too. And when we returned, it was at the likely peril of meeting up with ourselves yet again, in just the same way — as toxin-spewing motorturds crawling through the desert, burning a despot’s ransom in fossil fuels for the privilege of reading each other’s bumper literature.” Instead, “I’ve found that one of the most productive ways to spend life is sitting on a small bridge in the rain, dangling one’s legs over a stream, facing a waterfall.” Dave Shulman