The Romans helped me get to where I am today. Without the Romans, I might never have graduated, seen the world, and met my wife. On a cool fall day in northern Vermont, I was making my almost daily commute along U.S. Route 2. The Romans could have built a better crossing than the one I took several times a week between Michelle and the 'school. Michelle, now my wife, helped me understand that the path I was taking would not lead to an end point. She was a travel nurse from Philadelphia and I could tell when we first met that she was not from Vermont. She had been a nurse for a decade; I had been studying a nursing degree for the same period. Halfway through my ninety-minute ride, I thought about my future with Michelle. The road with its severe frosts, dangerous turns, blind spots and speed changes would quickly bring me back to reality, but that day I realized that US Route 2 reflected my life. At one end of my journey was the school with many acquaintances; apart from school, there was nothing for me. At the other end Michelle, a city with growth and opportunity and the ...