March already. Feels like it was February only last week, but of course it’s been more than a week by now. I was up in Maine this weekend, and we had planned to drive back to New Jersey on Tuesday. This plan was developed long before every news organization on the east coast started talking about the horrible, horrible storm that was coming, sure to bury New England and the Mid-Atlantic states under several feet of snow. This storm, as you may have guessed, was due to strike on Tuesday, March 6.
(As an aside, how come you can say “several feet of snow” or “inches of snow”, but “feet of snow” sounds funny? Or is it just me?)
Being brave and having important things to do, my family decided to head back despite the dire predictions. We went west first, then south, in the hopes of avoiding the snowstorm. It may have worked, I haven’t really looked into it. What I know is that the roads were passable, even though at times there was less than one lane clear of snow on Interstate 91 south.
My point, then, is that… uh…. Okay, I don’t appear to have a point. I guess I’m just telling this to pad out the entry. But every now and then we should thank Eisenhower for the Interstate Highway System. I’m too young to remember what things were like before its construction, but I look at some of the older highways around here—one of which has endless strings of shops and dealerships on either side and in the median—and shudder to imagine trying to travel long distances without anything more sophisticated.
(The “Interstate” in the name refers to the system, not the individual highways, which is why you can find them in Hawaii. In case you were wondering.) #