Yes, for me and about a trillion other Americans, it's Road Trip Week. Hooray!
Or maybe not so much. I'm not sure what happened, but somewhere along the line, road trips really lost a lot of their zing. Maybe I'm getting old and fogeyish. Maybe it's because the Pennsylvania Turnpike during Thanksgiving week is the 10th circle of hell. Or maybe it's because my Ipod is stuck on the menu screen and won't play any music. Who knows?
Though one thing I can still get excited about is the exploration of the junk food of the American landscape. Nothing like a long drive to help you discover that Roy Rogers is still in existence and that it's still a mistake to eat a hot dog from a gas station. Frankly, I'm always a little disappointed when I see that the rest stops have upgraded to having Starbucks and Cinnabons. I kind of prefer the adventure of having to choose between eating at a Long John Silver's or something called "The Original New York Deli." (Yeah, I'm sure I'm going to get an authentic corned beef sandwich here at a rest stop in Breezewood, Pennsylvania.)
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