“Oh dear, we've got to get more gas for the car.” I regretted ever making this sentence that very night, despite having little gas that could get us home without meeting the face of death in the odd hours of Wednesday at exactly 12:03 PM. A soon-to-be mother, who is my wife was startled when I diverted to a freeway in search of gas. She kicked against it and pleaded with me to get us home with the little gas, but I was so...