We were heading out of town on the northbound 101 Wednesday afternoon to escape the current warm spell, when I looked across the median and saw a sea of cars, crawling at a snail’s pace. Looking ahead and in my rearview, I noticed there wasn’t much traffic on our side, and we were making good time. I told Chrissie, “I’m glad we’re not going in that direction.” She chuckled because that sentence is part of our marriage lexicon....
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