tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363730087661467442.post587112863140866467..comments2023-09-26T04:33:42.206-07:00Comments on Sitting Knitting: Driving for the ArtsGrandma Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01489523959321155220noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363730087661467442.post-54211802819503048442008-11-09T15:09:00.000-08:002008-11-09T15:09:00.000-08:00I share your pain. I sometimes wonder how many mil...I share your pain. I sometimes wonder how many miles and how many hours I've logged in my 20 years as a music critic. I get so sick of driving that in my leisure time I generally try to just stay at home. I've become a real domestic animal.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363730087661467442.post-55669415138302175742008-11-09T12:19:00.000-08:002008-11-09T12:19:00.000-08:00I know what you mean. Last week, I was waxing nos...I know what you mean. Last week, I was waxing nostalgic at lunch with co-workers.<BR/><BR/>"Remember when gas was $4 a gallon and we could actually drive (instead of park) on the freeway?" I miss those days.<BR/><BR/>I have no optimism for the two public transit bond issues. They will do nothing for me as they don't come anywhere close to the places that I normally frequent (work & home). The routes are politically determined rather by geology, population and terrain.badmomgoodmomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11569728075698885020noreply@blogger.com