My mother, my civic planner

Driving my mother to a doctor's appointment, we had to take the highway, which for her is akin to some sort of Bruckheimer-aganza of orgiastic coos and sighs at every passing vehicle.

"There's a car right there!"

"In his own lane, yes."

Then she let fly with this amazing idea in the annals of traffic engineering, vis a vis a stretch of three-lane highway: "They should close down the middle lane and just have the fast and slow lanes...they could put trees in the middle one."

[wanted to have a picture of Gotham City overgrown with trees from a 1986 Swamp Thing, but could not find same, hence daft cocktail waiter "Swampy."]