Jim:One Saturday last June, just two days after my high school graduation, an evening of commemoration turned into a exorbitant and humiliating message on the hazards of consuming and driving. Of course, as I hollered farewells to my associates and poured myself into the vehicle, I was dead certain that I was sober sufficient to propel dwelling safely. With one eye closed to hold the street from distorting, I weaved down Monroe Avenue.
Joe: One minute there was not a soul on the street in front of me, and the ...