GO!

Back home, an alarming number of people engage in a kind of innocent mass-frivolity - a national phenomenon, you might say. In traffic, waiting for the green signal to appear, they restlessly inch their vehicles beyond the threshold point in anticipation of the go-light. I've always wanted to pick up one of these commuters, grab him by his shoulders, shake him up, and ask him: "Where do you really want to go?" But I knew he could never answer my question.