You know, I miss the subway? And I miss parts of it I never would have predicted missing. I miss the rats, the omnipresent smell of urine, the crazy singing people and their sixth sense about what will make your head pound most when you have a splitting headache, I miss the opportunity for harmless confrontation to blow off steam and the less-harmless confrontation that can help you define yourself as a person, I miss the people-watching and the story-telling that you do when you see someone wearing a deeply strange outfit ... I miss *everything.* The one plus to driving is that I can smoke while I drive ... but that way lies madness (and, possibly a hacking cough).