Patience

I grew up in Detroit, the motor city.  I drove on the expressways (that’s what they are called in Michigan).  I am accustomed to delays and backups.  I discovered I am more patient in driving situations than many people.  I credit my history for that.  Yes, I suspect there is a personality feature too.

I drove to San Francisco on Saturday to see Ari play the clarinet at a concert. I was returning home at 3:15 pm.  The time the drive takes is totally based on traffic. The drive typically takes about 45 minutes.  Most would not expect a major delay on a Saturday afternoon.  However, it was bumper-to-bumper, many times at a complete stop.

Having Bluetooth, I called my friend in Alabama.  We talked, and at one point I told Francine we had been on the phone for 31 minutes and I had moved ¼ of a mile.

The drive took 1 hour and 55 minutes.  I cherish going to see my family.