Life in the Buggy Lane

A few years ago, I was driving to the southern part of the state from the home I lived in at the time in northern Ohio to do some consulting work. It had been a nice, relaxing weekend with my wife, and the four hour drive was an irritating, disruptive end to a beautiful Sunday afternoon. My irritation increased as I realized the amount of work I had to do over the next few days. Impatiently, the…