For twenty-two years I drove the Chicago area expressways. On the Eisenhower Expressway you have six lanes going in and six lanes coming out. I often had a desire to get on top of my car, blow a whistle, and say, "Everybody stop. Let's all trade cars and stay here. Let's not just drive back and forth. Why all this?"

I felt like an ant on a great anthill. I was simply one egocentric, self-sufficient person doing my thing. I am very insignificant in relationship to the total. I'm probably less than one little sturgeon egg on the party cracker of someone eating caviar with their pinky extended. I am just one little nothing in the midst of it all. A man caught that way tends to live that way.