A sense of direction is something either you’re born with or you’re born without, and I fall into the latter category. So as you might expect, I get lost pretty easily.
My friends kept telling me to get a GPS for my car. I kept ignoring them. Our pioneer forefathers and foremothers managed to make their way across the whole North American continent without those things. And that was before Mapquest!
Admittedly, I tend to be a little technology-resistant. I was probably the last person in the United States to get a microwave oven. I was the last person I know to get a VCR (shortly before they became obsolete). I refused for many years to learn to use a computer, and did so only when my ancient IBM Selectric bit the dust and I found out that no one repairs those dinosaurs anymore. It took me a long time to make the switch from snail mail to email, and almost as long to make the switch from Walkman to iPod. I still don’t own a cell phone or a digital camera. I still ask for paper ballots at the polls instead of using the electronic voting machines. This does not endear me to the poll workers, but that’s their problem. At least I’m a U.S. citizen and have never been convicted of any crime, which is more than you can say for some folks who turn up at the polls on election day.
Still, if my friends badger me long enough, eventually I’ll break down and buy whatever new gizmo they keep telling me I can’t live without. Just this last week, I got so fed up with their nagging that I gave in and bought a GPS just to get them off my back. I’m on kind of a tight budget, so I bought the low-end model. I took a picture of it with my Kodak Instamatic, so all of you could see it.