Barb’s Burblings

I was driving up 95 to my grandmother’s yesterday when I was distracted by the mileage sign. It listed New York as being 212 miles away. I spent the next few minutes contemplating whether it meant 212 miles if you drove on 95, or whether it was 212 if you took the most direct route (the New Jersey Turnpike; 95 takes you through Philadelphia, which is a bit of a detour).
Turns out it does mean by the most direct route; Google Maps tells me that from Laurel (which is about where I was), it’s 210 miles. At least, it’s 210 miles from 5th Street in Laurel to Chambers St. in New York.
Ah, the things we contemplate when driving on a Sunday morning.