Guilt and good news

Last night when I took sushi over to the other side of the city, I drove at rush hour. The trip took one and a half hours. Geneva is a small city. All those cars sitting there spewing poison, mine included. I would have taken public transportation, but I didn’t want to miss getting back because of Munchkin duties and I wasn’t sure how late I would be. Every second my engine was on, I was aware I was indirectly killing the planet. And that was in a fuel-efficient car. I can’t imagine how I would have felt if the car I was using got under 20 mpg. This one gets over 30, but I still felt guilty. I didn’t have to drive. I had an alternative—leave earlier. Cars are necessary but as a species we have to find an alternative. The good news was this morning that NYC is beginning its conversion to hybrid taxis. It’s a start.