Lost… Without a byte

Driving south on I-147 yesterday, it dawned on me that I could be headed north. Or should have been. After clicking cruise control, I had this inkling that I-147 south might not lead to I-40. And, yes, I had no GPS. I’d loaned it to my daughter. No iPhone, either. I did, however, have an iPod Touch, but roadside wifi isn’t even on the map. Which meant that I was lost, with no directional prosthetic. There was this stubborn overwhelming sense coursing through me that there had to be some digital solution at hand, a button somewhere in the Honda that would help me find my way home. The sensation was palpable and didn’t go away even when I stopped at a gas station for directions. Without sending a message by way of Western Union, something has happened, and there’s no going back: I’ve succomb to technology. Not good. Not bad. Just lost.