When we moved from the city to the middle of nowhere, our commute went from 8 km to 22 km each way. It still took about 20 minutes. But “rush hour” was the occasional herd of deer or elk instead of a bunch of drivers who were either too aggressive or too passive. A “traffic jam” was one vehicle, ours, waiting for a piece of farm equipment to move out of the way a few times a year instead of the weekly transformation from roadway to parking lot.
Even when I switched over to driving school bus, I could count on one hand the number of other vehicles I interacted with each week.
It’s impossible to express how much that improved our mental states.
I don’t think that the uniqueness of fingerprints is in doubt, but their analysis and use might not be up to snuff. I’ve read numerous articles over the last couple of decades that call into question at least the statistical underpinnings of what it means to declare a match.
But law enforcement in general seems to be filled with pseudoscience, from profiling and interview techniques to body language and lie detection.