So, we're driving down the freeway in Hell... I mean Phoenix.  It's 6:45 p.m., and the outside temperature is still registering 110 -- a meteorological phenomena in many places, but here it just means it's July.

   The post-rush hour traffic is back to normal -- that is to say most drivers are pushing 15-20 MPH over the posted speed limit and yakking away with their Lt. Uhura look-alike Bluetooth devices crammed in their ear. The occasional old-fashioned exception being the "old" guy who's talking or texting into some ancient handheld relic...