Some families travel well. Not mine. When Zoe and Ella aren't behaving like Curly and Moe in the back seat--finger jabs, nose tweaks and attempted first-degree wedgies--baby Clementine is performing one of her eerie, hour-long imitations of the Emergency Broadcast System. That's why I decided to use the Web to help me navigate during my recent summer vacation. I figured that the more I knew about the route I'd be driving--how many miles to the destination, how far between rest stops, even how to get there in the first place--the better we'd be able to survive.
Four hours into our road...
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