Growing up the youngest of eight children, when I was able to drive many older siblings had me drive them places or use their car. I was good at driving and I drove a lot. I was able to get around (before GPS) when we used paper maps.
Several times when somebody was confused as to where to go, I seemed to be able to pick the correct direction and route.
Somewhere over the years I have lost that talent. If it was a talent.
There was an episode on Gilligan's Island back in the 60's with a character called Wrong-way Wilson. I might just inherit that nickname. If there is a wrong way to choose, I choose it.
I only pull out the GPS as the last resort. I always think I know how to get there or go home. If it is somewhere I've been to hundreds of times, no problem.
But, when I go somewhere new, I seem to believe I can get myself back home without having to use my GPS. I don't know why, but I am always choosing the wrong road/turn/route. This seemed to have started happening the past five to ten years or so. Is it Covid, chemo or age?
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Or a little of all three? I use the GPS frequently to plot a route home, not because I can’t get there, but to see where the traffic is easiest.
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