Well, at one time it did[1]. A hundred years ago, I could have walked down to the train station down my street, hopped on a train and gotten off in my home tow

Well, at one time it did[1]. A hundred years ago, I could have walked down to the train station down my street, hopped on a train and gotten off in my home town, 150 miles away, having taken a nap or read a book on the way. Now I've got to drive myself that distance in a hurtling chunk of metal, constantly on the alert for all the other crazy people darting around in their high-velocity chunks of metal, and arrive exhausted. Ain't that some progress [1] http://users.humboldt.edu/ogayle/Hist%20111%20Images/RR1890.jpg http://users.humboldt.edu/ogayle/Hist%20111%20Images/RR1890....