Gone, gone are the days when a drive from 101A/101 to Rt 3 was only slowed down by out of staters turning out of the antique stores by the driving range before the bottling plant. When you could go several miles (gasp!) without a Dunkin. When sighting the big green glass tower over the hotel let you know you had emerged from the wilderness with your moccassins from the World's Largest Moccasin shop as trophies and once again were ready to face the world.
(What, no, I am not familiar with the evolving pain of that drive over the years, why do you ask? ;) )