It’s hard to believe I could feel so nostalgic about a road, but I am especially fond of Connecticut’s Merritt Parkway. It’s scenic, has lovely bridges (which I wrote about in 2003), prohibits trucks, and is not entirely equipped to handle the load of modern traffic (which I think may keep some of the idiots away). Travelers driving through the state (as most typically do) breeze by on I-95 and miss the scenic journey. The Parkway turns 70 next year and The Merritt Parkway Conservancy is working to keep its charm intact. For me the Merritt will always be the way home.