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Story Time: Estimated time of arrival

Posted on Tuesday, October 22, 2019 at 3:32 pm

By Lorry Myers

Lorry Myers

Lorry Myers

Recently, I spent a week in the car with a crazy person and lived to tell the tale. It was supposed to be a restful trip; visiting our son in Memphis and then a leisurely tour through the Smoky Mountains. My husband and I knew where we wanted to go, we just didn’t know how to get there. We also knew that we didn’t have to hurry.

We were on vacation.

I thought we were anyway, until I spent a week in the car traveling over mountain passes and scenic parkways with a man, I thought I knew. He was not the person I started the trip with, not the one that left the city limits with a smile on his face.

Where did that guy go?

My husband and I have driven many highways together and always managed to find our way back home. Back in the day we traveled with maps in our glove box and an Atlas in the trunk and referred to both of them frequently. There were no Google maps on phones or GPS devices that plugged into the cigarette lighter, just good old-fashioned paper maps that you folded out and followed with your finger.

Imagine that.

Since we didn’t know our way through the mountains of Tennessee, I decided to mount a device on the dashboard of our vehicle and map quest our destinations as we traveled. No folded maps, no atlas on my lap, no relaying directions to my husband after my phone gives them to me.

Randy could finally see where he was going.

At first, with the GPS programed and tracking our every move, things seemed to be going fine. Randy loved the visual mounted on the dashboard and kept remarking what a difference it made. Now, instead of me calling out directions from the passenger seat, “Take exit 49!”, Randy could now hear and see that he needed to turn right to take exit 49.

That’s not all he could see.

With our destination programed, my driver could also view the length of the trip and our expected time of arrival, all good information to know; something a paper map never accurately provided. But now that he knew all that, Randy seemed to change into someone else.

A crazy person.

For the complete column, please see this week’s edition of the Centralia Fireside Guard.