The day before Thanksgiving I took a friend to Newark airport, I was shocked by the number of people there. I was stuck in traffic on the way to the airport and on the way home.
I moved about a mile every half an hour (or thereabouts) on the Garden State Parkway to my cousin's house on Thanksgiving Day.
The normal hour and fifteen drive took me three hours.
As I was at a virtual standstill, I took the opportunity to call friends. I spoke with a few (on hands-free). Finally I crawled onto 287N and the traffic began to clear.
The traffic was very frustrating, initially. Then I really started to think about it. All these people (the ones at the airport and on the parkway) were going to see friends and/or family.
On Thanksgiving I was thankful for the traffic because it made me realize that many people had places to be and people to see.
Isn't life grand?
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