Thank You, Interstate 91

Since moving to Northampton in September, 2005, Interstate 91 has been the absolute bane of my existence. Living in Northampton and driving to work in Hartford means driving through TWO states and putting 90 miles on my car five days a week. So, as it is my final day at work, I would like to thank several groups of people and road situations that have made my drives continually FUBAR:

• The drivers who read the newspaper... while driving.
  
• The States of CT and MA for the severe lack of public transportation which creates daily traffic backups as far north as Ellington, CT. That's right, a town 17 MILES NORTH of Hartford.
• The sneaky CT and MA state troopers who hunt for blood.
• Those unable to understand the concept of merging.
  

And to those who made my drive more palatable:

• My trusty iPod mini which against all odds (hey, we all know iPods die after two years) has endured and endured my karaoke renditions of Bon Jovi, Modest Mouse, Pat Benatar and They Might Be Giants songs.
• The gorgeous mountain ranges along 91 in MA. The views in the morning when the fog is just lifting or when there's a light snow falling...