So, I think I've officially been driving New England highways for too long. Today on my way down I-95 from Providence to Groton during rush hour traffic, for a moment I thought how beautiful the traffic was - like a ballet of cars, like ribbons weaving their way in and out of each other.

Yes, I compared rush hour maniacs to ballet.

And on other random notes, I saw the IMAX show "Our Country" yesterday about the history of country music. The museum got some promo tickets so I took one. I wasn't impressed. I decided the subject matter just didn't warrant an IMAX movie. I don't need to see Dolly Parton six stories high.

Addendum:

Rob's comment: "You should have said, 'I don't need to see Dolly Parton's boobs six stories tall. You know, life size.' "

Yup, that's a Westbourne comment for you.