Old History:
The poor cop picked me before this intersection, and I didn’t stop – oblivious – until the airport. Statute of limitations has run on that one.
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Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.
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Los Angeles the worst? A dubious distinction. Someone around here (I am a transportation planner) calculated how many hours in our lifetimes (take 70 as average life span) we southern Californians spend in traffic. It was too depressing to contemplate.
Los Angeles the worst? A dubious distinction. Someone around here (I am a transportation planner) calculated how many hours in our lifetimes (take 70 as average life span) we southern Californians spend in traffic. It was too depressing to contemplate.