Rounding Third: Gratitude arrives in a huge tow truck
“New York Thruway Authority. What is your emergency?” When I left for Massachusetts two weeks ago, those words weren’t on my radar. I definitely didn’t plan on calling 911 from the highway. A few years back, Dear Richard and I decided to split up the 525-mile trek to Boston. We had found a fabulous Italian restaurant in Albany – with 18 veal dishes on its menu. Now we drive two-thirds of the way, eat at D’Raymond’s, sleep in, and arrive the next day refreshed, not exhausted. This trip I was driving alone, with the same hankering for dinner at D’Raymond’s. My ...