People used to dress up for travel, instead of down. And of course there was always smoke. Lots of smoke.
I finally found the elusive out-of-print Starbucks NYC mug today, at the Vince Lombardi Service Plaza on the New Jersey Turnpike, just before the George Washington Bridge. They must have shipped all remaining inventory to this one Starbucks store, because they had a whole shelf-full.
Spending a day in Amish country, observing the aboriginals in their native habitat, with lunch at the Gap Diner affording the opportunity to indulge in local delicacies like scrapple and (later) shoo-fly pie. Total gastronomic win!
Passing through Connecticut today.