Now and then in my years at NR, I’ve grabbed a map, gassed up the old station wagon, and channeled my inner Jack Kerouac, sans the bebop, booze, and Buddhism. These always signal one thing. Road trip!
We’re blessed with a big, glorious, culturally vibrant country with good art and museums not everywhere but nearly so. I think it’s safe to say I’m the only critic writing for a national journal willing to hit the highway to see the sites. This week, in Pennsylvania, I’m covering art and heritage in Lancaster and Pittsburgh, with a stop in Hershey, surely the sweetest place on earth. Its dentists drive Bentleys. Then to Ohio, for Cleveland and Toledo. In both are premier art museums, but in Cleveland I can shake, rattle, ’n’ roll at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. I’ll hit Youngstown, too, and its Butler Institute of American Art.






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