Election Nights and Ice Cream Cones

Strong memories and ordinary things

While I was in New Jersey a couple of weeks ago, I passed the Polar Cub, an old-fashioned roadside ice cream stand in Whitehouse Station, along U.S. Route 22. Route 22 is itself kind of famous—it’s one of the earliest highways to become lined with now-classic postwar commercial architecture, some of which survives to this day. If you ever find yourself …