I work in downtown Boston. Normally I take the train in, but drove in today. I come in by way of the Southeast Expressway. Which was it's normal parking lot. Since my father was an English professor, I often think about the origin of the words we use. Somewhere around a mile before my exit, I figured out the etymology of Expressway. When I expressed numerous and evil ways to return the torture to the traffic engineers who designed the darned thing.
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