I recently had a tow that took me from the Denville area all the way to a body shop near Coney Island. Anybody who drives for a living already knows how that kind of trip goes. Traffic, construction, people changing lanes without looking, and enough random stupidity to make a normal person question whether humanity was a successful experiment. By the time I finally delivered the vehicle, I had been sitting in that tow truck long enough that getting out and stretching felt lik

I Drove Straight Into a Tornado-Warned Storm Yesterday started out as one of those completely dead days at work. No calls. Nothing going on. Just sitting around wondering why the hell I even got out of bed....