Daphne Wysham commutes to the Institute for Policy Studies in Washington, DC, in a car that gets more than 50 miles per gallon.
It's time to save ourselves from a climate nightmare of our own making.
Daphne Wysham
I was driving toward my home in the foothills of the Shenandoah mountains when the wind really started to worry me. It was blowing debris horizontally across Interstate 66 with gusts that were flying at over 80 miles an hour. Then lightning began forking all around. The night sky was ablaze. Large trees sprawled across several lanes of traffic. The rain pelted down so hard I couldn't see further than a couple hundred feet.