Iwill confess that I am crazy, but I didn’t get there by myself. Somebody has been driving me crazy.

I didn’t always know I was crazy until a few years ago The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage looked at me and said, “Are you crazy or what?”

Reflecting on the past, she was likely correct. I am crazy, but I am not the one behind the wheel driving me crazy.

Our town used to be small and quiet, with not much traffic. We had snowbird traffic in the wintertime, but then the traffic almost died in the summer. I enjoyed those days.

That has changed in the last few years. I can’t tell the difference between snowbird time and summertime. The traffic is just simply crazy.

Almost every day, we hear news of a traffic accident within the scope of our neighborhood.

Last week, we drove across town

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