We wanted it but we wanted it fast.
My wife, Ann, my stepson, Sam, my stepdaughter, Annabelle, and I had arrived at our apartment in New York City on a cold winter night after a long journey on a clogged Merritt Parkway (George Carlin’s question endures: Why do we park in a driveway and drive on a parkway?). We had eaten nothing but what was available at service stations and so were in deep need of