Last night I flew to Detroit and then drove to Ann Arbor where I spent the evening. I was up before the sun and embarked on the remainder of my journey to Battle Creek where I had business with a vendor. A twenty minute excursion took me to Hell and back. More accurately, I went through Hell to get to my destination. It was a cold day in Hell but there were no signs of ice or snowballs. Contrary to popular belief, the road to Hell is paved in asphalt rather than good intentions. I was also surprised to learn that there are only 266 people in Hell, I would have thought the number was much higher.