For years before my wife and I were married, she lived in Boston and I lived in New Jersey. The typical Friday evening found me heading north directly after work in Manhattan, hoping to meet her for a late dinner.
That almost never happened because traffic jams often turned the 220-mile trip into a six-hour slog. Over the years, I tried the “planes, trains, and automobiles” on various routes to make the New York to Boston run, eventually concluding there simply is no good way to do it.
