The Pennsylvania Turnpike is an expensive but expedient way for us to get back to the Philadelphia area where Mom-mom and Granddaddy live. It is narrow, busy, and often under (much-needed) repair.

When we were in Pittsburgh for Carolyn’s birthday last year, we picked up whatever the local City Paper-style paper is called. In it, there was an article or editorial lambasting the Pennsylvania Turnpike which, among other things, called it a blight on the face of Pennsylvania. It caused me mirth, because I largely shared the opinion of the author. I guess neither of us knew, at the time, that it was America’s Dream Highway!