Admit it. You miss me, don’t you?
No? OK, maybe you’re not ready to recognize how much you need me. I understand.
I know you’ve never liked me, and for that I’ve never blamed you. You Californians like to live your lives fast, and I’m all about slowing you down. So I try not to let it bother me that you complain about me more than drought or Donald Trump.
I understand that I make you late to school and to work. I lengthen brutal commutes that keep you behind the wheel for …