Growing up in L.A., I embraced my car and the automobile culture. But even then I realized I might be missing something while traversing the freeways in my 2400 pound metal "cage." Now that I live in D.C. I make better use of public transportation on my daily commutes to work, my car reserved only for weekends.
There's something wonderful about both observing and interacting with strangers. Commuting with my children, of course, has been a wonderful conduit for these interactions. Our merry band of actors often keeps the crowds amused and sometimes amazed. But sometimes I just sit quietly and watch.