Passing through ...

Kerry, the two boys and I came home today after a great week in Duck. (Sadie's still with the grandparents).

Of course I was on the lookout for rest stops that were closed. Sure enough there were two of them. One on I-64 and the other on I-95. And I loved one of the signs that said before one rest stop: "Next Stop 101 miles away" (or something to that end). Maybe it's me, but if you have two boys in the car do you want to wait almost two hours (assuming the cars are moving) for a possible pitstop?

I don't think so.

Let's reopen the rest stops. I'll throw in ten bucks to help keep em going.