House and Home
Blood is thicker than traffic as family awaits in Venice

So, I'm stuck in Saturday traffic, just trying to keep it together. One of the measures in "quality of life" surveys ought to be how much time you spend with your foot on the brake pedal versus the gas. Because right now I'm about to stomp the brake pedal through the floor of the family minivan. I'm on the 10, which used to be a freeway but more and more resembles a sketchy back alley. Incremental movement. Buttocks cramping. The little guy and I are on the way to meet his cousins, visiting from Chicago. They wanted to be by the beach, so our older daughter suggested Venice. That's convenient. Why not London? Why not Prague? Because Eastern Europe would be...