The car’s gas gauge swings from full to empty. In a city, you can at least get a sense you’re accomplishing numerous tangible things on a tank of gas: shopping, commuting, running errands, going to the gym. On this flat interstate thruway, however, hours pass and little changes. I know from signposts I’m advancing towards a destination, but only exhaust-tinted snow and skeletons of trees line this grey march.
My hometown of Victoria, BC is a plane ride behind me, yet what’s happening seems so consummately local. Indeed, every reader everywhere, I imagine, has experienced it. Travelling this way for business or pleasure is a deeply integrated part of the fabric of our communities. It’s one of those routines that’s rarely newsworthy in itself, yet influences our political policies on trade, transit, taxes, the Olympics budget and Middle East wars. Continue reading