What You Want On the Way Home

 

Thank you WERS.  Because of you, my evening commute (the one that starts with the “circle of death” at the Newton exit/on-ramp and ends with dodging possible pedestrian splatter in Copley Square) was bearable.  Nay, more than bearable.  All because of six minutes and fifty one seconds of Stevie Ray Vaughan’s “Little Wing.”  It’s musical Xanax, perfect for traffic driving – jammy or otherwise.