Last night, after seeing "The Anchorman" with D, I gave him a ride home. He lives in Jamaica Plain. That means a trip on the J-Way. That has to be one of the most insane roads in the Boston area. That's saying a lot. It is a four lane road that is curvy and hilly (which is not common here in the Hub) and the only thing separating oncoming traffic is two yellow lines painted on the road. I've always wondered why people drive so ridiculously fast on the J-way until last night when I was driving home. To me, driving on the J-Way evokes feelings that must be similar to those who fought in WWI and were directed to "go over the top." You have to do it; You know you are probably going to die; You just go as fast as you can and hope that you can survive through breakneck speed and sheer terror.

And, "The Anchorman" was funny.