Sounds like the lead in or a set up for a three day blackout bender of a weekend but no.
The big band played a gig in East Greenville last night which is somewhere up there – motions up and to the right. Originally we were booked into Red Hill but the gig was switched to the fire hall in in East Greenville.
As I said, I sorta knew where East Greenville was but not really. GPS to the rescue.
I plugged in the address, got the driving directions and was off. Forty eight miles, arrive in 1 Hour, 17 minutes. Easy enough. I’m on the road but I really don’t know where I’m going. My faith in the GPS unit is unflinching and I suppose that’s how people drive off cliffs or into lakes.
” Go right on Lakeside Drive, turn at the boat ramp and go straight.” Glug, glug.
I informed one of my bandmates about my lost in space predicament and he proceeded to draw me a map in the air waving his arms . ” Allentown is here and Pottstown is here and so East Greenville would be right about where my nose is.” I get my Potts mixed up, we could have been near Pottsville.
During the drive I saw to my amazement a sign for the Tacony Palmyra Bridge which I though was way over there near his left ear.
We play the gig, I’m dialed in and the date goes well.
I load out, punch in ” Go Home” and the GPS says turn right on Quakertown Road only it says Quackertown and of course Reading is pronounced as Reeding. I wonder how the GPS does with Ypsilanti?
The funny thing is that the brains in the GPS take me home on a different route and amazingly it’s still only 1 hour and 17 minutes. How can this be? Have I drifted in to Einstein’s Time Space E=MC squared theory? Am I bending time and space? Do I have Marty McFly’s GPS?
I observe the speed limit so there’s no way I’m going 186,000 miles a second. It’s a 10 year old Subaru – come on.
I went somewhere last night, got there ( somewhere) and got home.