Get Lost
For thirteen years I’ve driven a car of advancing age. Last month I upgraded from an ’88 Corolla to an ’07. It’s made a dramatic difference in my life. Suddenly I’m willing to take my daughter to her friend’s house. I’m even willing to pick her up. I’m doing that park-at-the-far-end-of-the-parking-lot-and-walk thing. And I’m getting lost. Not very lost, sadly. I still have those darn responsibilities. So maybe it takes me ten minutes longer than usual to get home from work. And maybe I’ve started mapping out the less-trafficked streets around me so I can do more driving and less stopping. I still don’t wander off for very long. One day soon, though…