Travel on an interstate highway almost anywhere in the US during Spring break and you’ll see a curious seasonal motif. Late model car, with dad driving. Next to him, mom, pondering a Sodoku or reading a map. In the back, a teenaged kid, wearing a hoodie, listening to an i-Pod. If the painter Norman Rockwell were alive, he’d capture the scene down to the last, splendid iconic detail: the college tour road trip, circa 2012. Our rite of passage was this April, when we visited engineering schools.
The teenaged kid in the back seat barely knows that the best part of her past still remains in her future. To those of us now middle aged, that’s an enviable naiveté. For now, all the teenager has to do is endure twenty-seven hours in the car with her parents and younger brother. Four colleges in five days. i-Tunes playlists queued up, earbuds in place. “I think I can do this!” she says to herself, and bravely rolls north with The Fam. Younger brother...






