I Ain’t Afraid Of No Ghosts
Who You Gonna Call?
I’m in Colorado, marveling at the 7-lane street I’m driving down. Not an Interstate. Not even a highway. Just a street. It could hold 2 copies of our island’s main road and still have room for goats.
At rush hour, all 7 of those lanes are jammed with cars. But in mid-afternoon, they’re mostly empty.