I paused for about 10 minutes thinking over this.
There's typically about three reasons why I don't read the NYT much. One of those is that you get the feeling....they've NEVER left NYC itself in their life. Another is that they write about something....trying to suggest they know something, when they don't. The third reason is that most of their 1,000 word stories....probably could be told in 300 words. Meaning? They try to say they can write like Hemmingway or Steinbeck....failing.
In my youth, my dad would organize a trip or two yearly (probably 20 of them really), and you left awful early.....then you'd stop at some gas station or grocery operations....buying a loaf of white bread, a fair amount of baloney, some soda, and maybe a couple of bananas.
In the 1970s...in the south, there were still gas stations that were offering deli-like services. I will admit throughout the 1980s and 1990s....that kinda went away. Presently, with the Buc-ees....it's returning.
Just a southern thing like they suggest? Well....you can go into parts of Idaho, Colorado, Nebraska and Wisconsin, and find this tank-pizza shop-deli situation. I would imagine in the urbanized areas of Alaska....it exists as well.
In some ways, I feel for the NYT's reporter. They ought to be forced into a truck and told to spend six weeks a year....touring the nation and getting orientated to reality.
As for those who haven't had the experience of tanking up and eating on the run....maybe the summer of 2024 is a great time to rediscover the heartland...go spend ten days on the road and live like it was 1975 again.
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