“Morning,”I say to the driver as I board the 8:15 a.m. bus enroute to Madison College. The driver smiles. “How’s school going?” he asks, the way he does every morning when I get on and swipe...

It’s 4:30 on a Friday and the line of cars in front of me stretches for miles. The Beltline is wound up tight, and my mind with it. I’m sure you’ve been there. Idling in traffic is annoying at best,...