My brother John was visiting this weekend and mentioned that he has only ever procured Dum-Dums brand lollipops at the cash register of a dry cleaner.

This got my wife talking about “destination foods,” the things you only ever eat in one specific place. For instance: I have only ever eaten beef jerky in a car that was just pulling out of a gas station.

My wife said she has only consumed Hostess Apple Pies in the parking lot of a convenience store.

She has only eaten Jolly Ranchers or Werther Originals candies that were decanted from a drinking glass in the back of a limousine.

I can’t remember having ever eaten a Starlite mint more than 100 yards from a restaurant I have just left.

I have only eaten Smarties or Sweet-Tarts out of a pillowcase — and then, only within one week of Halloween.

My wife has only eaten Sno-Caps candies in the movie theater. Are they available for purchase anywhere else?

I cannot recall, in the last 20 years, having eaten pretzels at an altitude of less than 25,000 feet.

My wife claims that Cracker Jack can only be consumed at ballparks because, given the choice, “everyone in their right mind would eat Crunch ‘N’ Munch instead.”

I don’t know if that is true — the Yankees replaced Cracker Jack with Crunch ‘N’ Munch in 2004, to terrible publicity — but I do know this: I am drinking Diet Pepsi as I write, and 90% of the Diet Pepsi I’ve ever ingested has been ingested at the keyboard of my computer.

The Rushin Family Golf Epic is now online at golfdigest.com as well as on newsstands in Golf Digest.

I’ve written a story for the December issue of Golf Digest, with Anthony Kim on the cover, about my family’s history of catastrophic golf vacations. The sub-head is a pretty fair summation of most Rushin Family get-togethers:

“When My Relatives Take a Road Trip, There’s Sure to Be Golf, Booze, Heckling and Usually A Little Violence. Why? Because We’re Optimists.”

It’s on newsstands now.