Driving Tales

If only the man in front of me with the Maryland license plate and the "pro-woman, pro-child, pro-life" bumper sticker was pro-safe-driving, I thought, as his car weaved down the road while he rummaged through his front seat and munched on something at the same time. His head bobbed back and forth to look at every street sign, and he slowed down at every intersection until he finally slammed on his brakes, quickly flicked on his right-turn signal, and swung into a parking spot in front of -- get this -- Vocelli's Pizza. Did he come all the way across the Mason-Dixon line for a slice of pie, or did he just have a hankering for some semi-good pizza after his March for Life across the South Hills? The world may never know.