Interstate 95 between New York and Washington, D.C., is no one’s idea of
a pleasant piece of real estate, and that went double for a recent
Sunday afternoon. Fuming at the stop-and-go jam, I jabbed at the radio,
looking for something, anything, to divert me from the conga line to
P. S. I finally ordered Carr's book from Amazon, The Night of the Gun: A reporter investigates the darkest story of his life. His own.