Friday, the final Monday of the week. Be safe or be sorry

It’s Thursday, let’s get to work.

Wednesday, three more rushes to go

Tuesday morning rush hour, ready, set, go.

It’s Monday. It’s morning. It’s The Commute

Friday! The last day of commuting for the weekend!

Fiery crash kills 19-year-old

Driving the morning away

Virginia State Police identified the woman as Meghan Bryenn Smith, of Old Ridge Lane in Palmyra. Troopers said she was westbound on Route 620 at about 6:40 a.m. in a 1996 Honda Civic when the car went off the right side of the road. Smith, who was not wearing a seatbelt and was not ejected from the car, died at the scene.

We’re commuting! You’re darn tooting.

We’re commuting! You’re darn tooting. We’re having fun go-go-going or stop-stop-stopping and drink-drink-drinking our coffee-coffee-coffee except for those of you who insist on tea-tea-tea or Diet Coke-Diet Coke-Diet Coke and don’t even get me started on your weirdos who drink-drink-drink your caffeine-free Diet Pepsi-caffeine-free Diet Pepsi-caffeine-free Diet Pepsi. I mean, what’s that all about? No juice, no calories, no nothing except Nutrisweet. Oops, gotta go.

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A foggy day in Afton Town, had me low and had me down. I looked at Waynesboro with alarm. The Central Virginia countryside had lost its charm. Luckily, the traffic was rocking and rolling on down the line.

The lighter side of stop and go: Traffic as haiku

It’s a still life watercolor of a now early morning rush hour and cars shine through the curtain lace and shadows wash the room ... sorry Paul.