I've never been shy about admitting that I'm not the brightest man in town. And so I'm not ashamed to tell you that, for years, I avoided Seventh Avenue and Seventh Street pretty much all the time, because I could see myself whipping my car into one of the reverse-traffic lanes that run along those streets and ending my life in a fiery crash, simply because I'd forgotten it was 10 minutes after four. So I learned to drive a little out of my way, to take... More >>>