In a ritual that seems to be becoming the norm, I once again found myself flying on December 25. I was flying out of Washington National Airport that morning and was nervous about making my flight on time. It didn’t help that I thought I had an afternoon flight only to discover it was actually a morning flight. Fortunately, the worst interstate system in the country for congestion, road rage, and general hatitude was a barren wasteland that morning. I started to wonder if there had been an apocalypse overnight due to the lack of traffic… either way I was content to get to Washington in about 30 minutes.
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