Road Trip: Then and Now
From “Are we there yet?” to “Where’s the next Starbucks?” My memories of road trips aren’t complete, though to be fair, that’s true for most things that happened before last Tuesday. One of the earliest I do remember was sometime around seventh or eighth grade. My mom and I were driving to Chicago (the reason remains a mystery). This was long before cell phones or satellite radio. Even the AM stations would fade out every hundred miles, leaving us to invent games like “how many different state license plates can we spot?” Back then, plates were easy to read—before bumper guards and tinted covers became a thing. When it came time to stop, we looked for a small roadside motel flashing a VACANCY sign. (This…
