Traffic Memories

(and I don't mean Steve Winwood)

I just spun the dial and saw a picture of traffic going over The Golden Gate Bridge. It was packed. It sent chills down my spine, bringing to mind the seven-year commute I had from Marin County to San Jose. It’s been more than three years since the commute, but it’s forever burned into my memory.

But then again, Fridays I rarely drove in to the office. Generally, I worked at home and my wife and I would have lunch at Marin Joe’s. In a few hours, that will sound like a great idea, but not without my wife.