Rode over to Frankin -- not in Cousin Carl's Cadillac -- but in his friends Ferrari F430 while listening to, "The Art of Driving in the Rain" from a CD.  We investigated the Franklin interchange finding it's size and usage questionable.  Enzo (legally changed name from Frank) drove exceptionally well and kept a decent speed when he could have put me in a panic.  Anyway, we used some photo's from our Junker's adventure and made notes to bring back to Walter, er, WAT.

A mobile phone call and my willing assistant had a family emergency that left me to walk the streets while waiting for my wife to pick me up.  An hour later (she had groceries) and here is our Caprice station wagon!  The shift workers that recognized me wanted to know, "Why no limousine?"  My answer was immediate, "It's paid for and we just replaced the transmission, so I want to get my monies worth!"  They nodded and off we went.

Back at the office with heads reeling from agonizing over the details a plan was hatched and signed.  Almost overnight a reinvigorated cargo access and commercial development sprang to life.

We are happy.  Now, what will it take to get Commercial happy?