Driving into a living Hell …

On the road this morning to New York City , the greatest city in the world and – today, at least – the closest thing to a living hell as exists on either coast and all towns between.

The temperature, I mean.

Anyway, three things take me there: bagels, the prospect of sitting in an air-conditioned movie theater and, finally, seeing my daughter .

I’d walk through fire for that last one. In this case, though, I’ll settle for driving.