The trouble with doing something right the first time is that nobody appreciates how difficult it was.
– Walt West
I had a business meeting in Atlanta last week and was getting ready to leave the house when disaster struck. That little talking map device, which I plug into what we used to call the cigarette lighter, was dead.
I thought it might be the power cord. I also thought I might be in trouble because I have become so dependent on such devices while traveling in faraway cities.
“What should I do?” I asked my wife, secretly hoping she had a spare hidden someplace.
“Oh, I don’t know, sweetie,” she said. “Why don’t you find one of those things we used to keep in the glove box? You know, it’s got lots of lines on it and road names and is hard to fold.”
“A map?” I asked.
She nodded and went back to her Facebook page, where I’m sure she shared with her friends, family and half of America that she was married to a genius.
So, I showed her.
I found a map. I took rough notes of where I wanted to go. I laid it all out on the empty passenger seat and eventually got to my destination, though I noticed I am now distracted by trying to drive in traffic while looking for road signs, while reading a map, which requires glasses.
Thankfully, I only had to turn around and retrace my route twice. One time was because I had this odd sense that the sun angle wasn’t quite right and should be more to my left. I turned around, went back a few miles and found a sign I had missed.
That made me think that maybe we humans have some internal sense of direction that we can follow if we trust it.
Or it could explain why we get lost a lot and it took Columbus so long to discover America.
Either way, I’ve added “talking map device” to my Christmas list.
YOUR POSTCARDS: Charles and Mary Reeves, of Harlem, were enjoying the cool weather and colorful leaves in North Carolina. So were Ernest and Martha Odom, of Evans, who also visited the Homestead in Hot Springs, Va.
One state over, Corky Holloway, of Evans, said he, wife Debbie and his mother Evva Holloway are enjoying the leaves in the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. Fran and Bill, of North Augusta, were enjoying a low country boil in Savannah.
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: Elections should be held on Christmas. That way, if we don’t like who we elect, we can exchange them.
TODAY’S JOKE: Here’s one from Bill Wood, of Hephzibah.
A newly married man asked his wife, “Would you have married me if my father hadn’t left me a fortune?”
“Honey,” she replied sweetly, “I’d have married you no matter who left you a fortune.”