It’s part of life too many of us know. It’s the millions of tons of concrete and asphalt we travel on a daily basis. It’s the jobs we have, the houses we live in and the automobiles we drive. It’s a quality of our lives we don’t pretend to enjoy, but firmly embrace with great determination. It’s the rolling fashion statements of pollution and consumption in which we take such pride. Twice a day, five days a week we participate in this ritual, along with our other rush hour companions, standing still on a dubious highway to enlightenment.
