Catonsville

I had to take a different route than usual home from work the other day. I had an event to attend in downtown Baltimore so it just made sense at the time.

Luckily, I left before the real bad part of the afternoon rush hour started so I figured I could potentially cruise home with no problem. Once again, I don’t know why I trust my instincts.

I hadn’t even merged from I-95 to the Baltimore Beltway when I saw the first sign of trouble. Cars were already backed up after I passed the point of no return for that exit. I quickly turned on the radio to try and suss out the trouble.

An accident ahead had limited traffic to one lane. I listened to the location of the problem and made a quick decision. I had to pretend I was 13 years old again.