I am a member of the Cue 'N Cushion Private Club. (Turning a public establishment into a private club is one way to get around the city-wide smoking ban in all restaurants and bars.) ----- This morning, I was driving in the left lane of a four-lane street (yes, two in each direction), divided by a median. Ahead, in the right lane, is a bus- stopped to pick up passengers. Behind the bus, a twentysomething woman driving a Geo Tracker-type vehicle waits, looking for a space in traffic. For reasons unbeknownst to me, she picked MY space in traffic. Her front fender grated along the right-rear quarter of my rust-infested Volkswagen until it reached that little orange light near the trunk. At this point, they hooked onto each other and were pulled of their respective cars. The damage isn't worth the deductible The actualy collision was nowhere near as loud as I thought it would have been. ----- A sample of the questions from students in my Anthropology/Sociology/Psychology Is morality instictive? Why do we kill people who kill people when we think killing is wrong? ===== 115 kbps

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