This just instantly took me back to my childhood. We used to make the trek from Sugarland Run in Sterling, VA to Chappaqua, NY all the time. As I drove through this tunnel last week, I had a memory come flooding back of driving through this tunnel as a six-year-old, riding in the back of my parents' Pacer (or was it a Datsun, at that point?). I remember sitting backward, hanging over the seat desperately craning to see the harbor we had just tunneled under. It always seemed amazing to me. I thank God (in retrospect) for giving me parents who instilled in me such a sense of wonder at things like tunnels under bodies of water, or new vocabulary words. A weird family, but a wonderfully smart one.