Taking the long way home

Nine years ago, after my husband had completed work on an 18-month job in New Jersey, I flew out there to join him on a cross-country road trip back to Montana, by way of Bar Harbor, Maine, and Poughkeepsie in upstate New York — Bar Harbor because in all the years we’ve been together we’d never really traveled the eastern seaboard. And Poughkeepsie because that’s where my dad’s ashes are buried....