Don’t hate me, but for the last six years, my commute was only three miles each way. For the 18 years before that, it was only 12 miles.  All of a sudden, my commute is two hours a day, longer in heavy traffic or bad weather.  Knowing how quickly I would become frustrated with that fruitless occupation, I began listening to audio books.  (I can’t even eat breakfast without a book propped open on the kitchen table.)  First I listened to the second volume of Saints, a new history of my church, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, a troubled history haunted by murderous mobs and failed legal systems and unimaginable personal suffering as tens of thousands of the faithful walked a thousand miles beginning in 1847 to find unmolested freedom in Utah.  I listened to C.S. Lewis’ harrowing memoir Searching for Joy, which left me scratching my head.  I loved David McCullough’s Pioneers, the tale of the 1790s settlement of the Northwest Territory, beginning in Marietta, Ohio.  Then came Michelle Obama’s beautifully-written and touching memoir, Becoming.  And on my 90^th day after the move, I finished today Ron Chernow’s masterful meticulous comprehensive biography Alexander Hamilton­—what a remarkable man!  Far from being a waste of time, my long commute has proven to be an incredible enriching inspiring educational experience.  I munch on raisins to stay focused and awake as the road stretches ahead and the narrator drones on.  I have ordered and shared my favorites with Dad, who reads Obama and McCullough and listens to Villa-Lobos and Mathis long into the night while I am sound asleep.  Next will be McCullough’s story of the Roeblings and their great Brooklyn Bridge.