Preface: On the Road Again “Damn there’s a traffic jam, How I hate to be late, It hurts my motor to go so slow. Damn this traffic jam, Time I get home my supper'll be cold, Damn this traffic jam.” Singer/songwriter, James Taylor 1977 Driving the maze of the Los Angeles freeway system recently I was, once again, reminded of the primary mode of mass transit in the LA basin; namely thousands and thousands of vehicles clogging every lane of every highway, day or night. And along every route, I could not help but notice nearly every billboard lining the road was the smiling face of an earthly savior or good Samaritan in the visage of an injury lawyer; ready to rescue those who could otherwise be discarded on the wayside of life.
Death, Resurrection, and the Road to Salvation
Death, Resurrection, and the Road to…
Death, Resurrection, and the Road to Salvation
Preface: On the Road Again “Damn there’s a traffic jam, How I hate to be late, It hurts my motor to go so slow. Damn this traffic jam, Time I get home my supper'll be cold, Damn this traffic jam.” Singer/songwriter, James Taylor 1977 Driving the maze of the Los Angeles freeway system recently I was, once again, reminded of the primary mode of mass transit in the LA basin; namely thousands and thousands of vehicles clogging every lane of every highway, day or night. And along every route, I could not help but notice nearly every billboard lining the road was the smiling face of an earthly savior or good Samaritan in the visage of an injury lawyer; ready to rescue those who could otherwise be discarded on the wayside of life.