Tag: directions
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Be Careful Who–Or What–You Listen To
I’m directionally challenged. If the sun’s shining and I vaguely know what time of day it is, I can somewhat guess the points on a compass. After that, everything’s up for grabs. Back in the day, before GPS became easy, I’d stop at gas stations for directions. I carried a notebook for this purpose–I could…
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Recalculating
I am directionally challenged. My Dad, recognizing my weakness early in life, used to tell me that I couldn’t find my way out of a paper bag. When I was twelve, that was offensive. Now I must admit it’s true. I don’t do points on the compass. I know what they are. Eat soggy wet…
Tip of My Iceberg 