Donald Shoup knew how to get cities going

Of all the levels of the dismal science, his was the lowliest of all. At the very mention of the words “traffic” or “parking”, academics sniffed. What could be more trivial or uninteresting than jams on the freeway, or seas of near-identical cars in a Walmart lot? Merrily, Donald Shoup shook them off. It was true; he was a bottom-feeder, moving through the sludgy water everybody else ignored. But first, he had it all to himself, and second, there was really good food down there.