Driving Miss Dixie & the Consequences of Duck-Headedness

Once upon a time, I thought Haitians were the worst drivers in the world.  Then, on January 1, 2003, I moved to Columbia, South Carolina, and immediately came to respect the controlled chaos of Tap-Tap drivers careening about Port-au-Prince like a flash mob of alkali metals with electrons to burn. I had never seen anything […]