Patterson takes a break

Patterson liked roadside rests; liked the busy pound and rush of cars and trucks whizzing by on the turnpike nearby. He liked the idea of people past and future sitting at the now-empty picnic tables having a bite to eat and a small intermission while on the long drive home — or to who knows where. Lousy gas station white bread sandwiches in transparent plastic wrappers. Or great food cooked at home and packed with care and love in preparation for the long trip ahead. Paper napkins, plastic f...