I imagine every decent-sized city has one of these streets. That major thoroughfare that stretches from one side of town to the other. The original main artery, the road people used before they put in the freeways.
Covering an enormous area, L.A. has a number of these streets. They call them “surface streets” here, in contrast to the freeways. One of the most prominent surface street is Olympic Boulevard. Olympic takes you all the way across Los Angeles, from the ocean to downtown.
Freeway traffic is at a standstill. It’s bumper to bumper. People are honking. Cutting in and out of lanes. Accidents and near misses, waiting to happen.
Nerves are jangling. Emotions are high. You’re sweating. You’re cursing. You’re ready to shoot somebody. Someone else, yourself, who cares? You just can’t stand it anymore. The traffic is driving you nuts!
The answer to this screaming insanity? Two words, capsulizing a very healthy philosophy: