“This is the time to remember, ‘cause it will not last forever. These are the days to hold on to, ‘cause we won’t although we’ll want to.”

Poetry. Pure poetry.

Those lyrics, from Billy Joel’s poignant This Is The Time, played incessantly at my senior prom, having been designated as the “official prom song” for the Lindenhurst High School Class of 2000. It was ironic, even back then, that a bunch of 17 and 18-year-olds would select anything but the most modern, up-to-date hit to capture their little moment in time.

I’m beginning to think that neither I, nor anyone in my family, should ever entertain the thought of traveling farther than the corner store again - maybe not even that far.

On a recent road trip to Mifflinburg, Pennsylvania – just outside Lewisburg – to attend the high school graduation of a close family friend, we became victims of what can only be adequately described as “the trip from hell.”

I have reached the conclusion that no one in my family can ride the train and/or subway uneventfully.  No matter where we’re going, how simple and direct the route, or what time of day or week we set out to travel, something always goes wrong.  

Something.  

Always.

Greetings, Ladies and Gentlemen!  It’s time for another installment of your favorite mini-thriller: Driving On L.I. – Adventures in Transit.  Just when you think you’ve seen it all, someone, somewhere, decides to go and do something so spectacularly dumb that you simply can’t believe your eyes.