CarrollBlog 4.26

A terrible traffic jam. Cars lined up all the way down the street. I walk past a city bus jammed with people both sitting and standing. Every one of them seems to have long or angry look on their face. What the hell's going on-- Why aren't we moving? Passing the front of the bus I look over again and see the driver: He's holding a large sprig of lilac to his nose and, eyes closed, has on the biggest smile.