It's a child's world of glee, always the same in every country
On leaving Story Land we had a roughly 100-mile drive to our next park. We also had the problem of finding somewhere to eat, since we were busy riding stuff in the last hour before the park closed. I pointed out that we might get something at Dunkin' Donuts, just in time for us to go past it. bunny_hugger seemed disappointed that we did miss it, but I pointed out, there'd be another one along shortly, probably before the turn in the road. She thought I was joking. And there's another of the little local differences things that I still haven't fully appreciated.
See, the closer you get to Rhode Island, the more Dunkin' Donuts there are. In New Hampshire they've achieved the kind of density you got out of jokes about Starbucks circa 2002. Heck --- there were so many there was a Dunkin' Donuts inside Story Land, and that park hasn't got any licensed or franchised food stands besides Dippin Dots. She thought I was somehow being hyperbolic about this. We did get to another Dunkin' Donuts within eight minutes, and got coffee and tea and some snacks. We would pass, literally and without exaggeration, five Dunkin' Donuts before getting on the Interstate, and we'd go past another one in the short ride from the Interstate to our next hotel, a Red Roof Inn in Salem, New Hampshire.
One good thing about the early-closing of parks along the way is that it gave us time in the early evening to do multi-hour drives from city to city. The down side is that we were in small New England towns with not so many places to eat quite so late. We got stuck for where we might get dinner, and finally resorted to a Shaw's supermarket. We got hummus and chips and such, and I thought to get a bottle of Moxie, then realized, why not a 12-can box? (Well, Diet Moxie, but still.) We'd surely drink through that by the end of the New England Parks Tour.
The next evening, similarly stuck for a place to eat, we'd go back to the supermarket. I'd get another 12-can box, because it struck me I'd be in New Jersey another week after that and would need something to drink, after all.
At the hotel we ate, and watched The Final Daily Show With Jon Stewart. Also we learned, from the desk clerk, the most important thing ahead of Friday: how to pronounce the place we were going.
Trivia: In September 1926 George Ohrstrom formed a holding company to acquire the properties for the skyscraper to be built at 40 Wall Street (now dubbed the Trump Building; originally the Bank of Manhattan Trust Company Building). The company was named 36 Wall Street.
Source: Higher: A Historic Race to the Sky and the Making of a City, Neal Bascomb.
Currently Reading: Overthrow: America's Century of Regime Change From Hawaii To Iraq, Stephen Kinzer.
The Set Tour, Stage 1: Intervals, which I guess is the start of a new series of mathematics posts for me.