How much longer?

And when will that damn gps shut up?

How much longer?

The drive to the lake used to take forever.

Back before the controlled access highway, when I was young, very young, our Sunday drives were always the same.

How much longer?

The words from the back seat a combination of nauseous desperation and boredom and needing to pee. 

Back then, there was only one route we would take to the lake. There really was only one way out of town.

We went the same way every weekend.

I eventually knew the route really well. 

Porters Lake was halfway there. The green trestle bridge was five minutes away. The Hypermarket was ten. Turning on to the gravel road that ended at the lake ment only five minutes to go.

Knowing where I was and where I was going was reassuring.

I didn’t have to ask anymore. I knew where I was. It was easy to predict what was happening next.

These days?

These are times of incredible upheaval. The information revolution that has happened over the last twenty five years has us all driving on separate roads.

My landmarks and your land…