And my wife and I enjoy a good road trip: the podcasts (“West Cork,” this time), the pit stops and the way the miles roll by like life, slowly in the moment and then, with the steady application of foot to gas pedal, suddenly they are in the rear view. We treat ourselves, inevitably, to cheddar cheese Combos, a food we eat only on road trips, just as Food Network is a channel we watch only in hotel rooms. We read many of the signs out loud to one another, even though it is a thing our kids make fun of us for doing.
