The metaphor of the day...

...is from David Carr, one of my favorite writers at the Times:

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 nowhere.

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.