When we’re driving through East Texas to visit my in-laws, my husband and son and I like to play a car game called School or Prison. Thanks to the region’s austere architecture, it can be hard to tell from afar which is which. So, spotting a massive, institutional-looking building on the horizon, we call out, “Time to play . . . School or Prison!” Then we each guess. Only when we get close enough to see if there’s barbed wire do we know who’s won.
