I travel the New Jersey Turnpike frequently, as it is the most direct way to get to New York City from Philadelphia, where I live. I enjoy being in transit. It’s simple. I get to concentrate solely on getting to where I’m going and quiet the rest of the noise. I like to stop and smell the roses, roses in this case being a Nathan’s hot dog or Starbucks coffee. There are so many people out there and they are all going somewhere. I feel small. I appreciate the people who do the less-than-glamorous jobs at the turnpike gas station or wherever it may be so that I can get to my gig. I might give some of them a mini Fireball.
