It is on Sundays I resent Traffic the most. Three churches and a templelift holy voices on my street, and as I pass, I am Transported heavensward -- paused -- on the pavement. Then: SWISH! The moment is shattered by an SUV, a Sentra, a Baja Bug, a car alarm, a fire engine, and my soul SLAMS back to the pavement and I continue my way to work.