November 18, 2010
Coming back from business travel, I just want to get home as soon as possible. That sometimes means arriving at LaGuardia during rush hour, which then means a long trip on the roads home with thousands of other cars. During summer, I can easily kick back and relax by knitting in the back of the car, ignoring the fact that we’re hardly moving for the first hour. Now that it the evening rush happens after dark, I feel more like a prisoner, trapped in limbo, the purgatory that is rush hour on Long Island, as knitting does require some light.