Ode to the 154

You're on your way home
When I hear the sirens pass
Half an hour of hell.

Dear casino-bound partiers, impatient truck drivers, and road warriors in general: Please cut it out. The highway over San Marcos Pass is a curving mountain road, not a freeway, and people die when you forget that fact. I live right at the base of the 154, and I hear the fire and ambulances on the way to clean up the messes you've made at least a couple times a week. It's particularly awful when I know my husband is on his commute to and from work in the Valley. Last night someone lost a loved one in a seven-car wreck allegedly caused by a drunk driver. The sirens lasted a long, long time during that one.

I'll repeat: please just cut it out.