Last week, as I was driving from Tampa to Orlando, I was reminded of something I experienced for many years in the Midwest: bugs on the windshield.
For the last five and a half years, I haven't had to scrub the glass with that convenient squeegee every time I fill the gas tank. Maybe it's because it's a different climate, maybe it's because the pollution in the Baltimore/Washington D.C. has killed off smaller life forms. But it brought back memories of long drives on open roads, with the occasional Flying J or TA Truck Stop along the way. Long live the buggy windshield!