I’ve heard about this newfangled technology, GPA or GPS or something like that. Some voice actually tells you which way to go, or at least I’ve been told. It sure would have come in handy on the pretty 40-mile drive from Spring Lake to Pinehurst, N.C., which had about 1,000 different turns along the way, give or take about 50.
I got lost a couple of times. But I resorted to my tried-and-true method of finding places: going into a gas station and asking for help. At both stations, a sign on the front door said, “No profanity please in the store.” I had never seen such a sign in my life, then I saw two in five minutes in North Carolina. Without the sign, would I walk into the station to a chorus of f-bombs? Or is just a reminder to a frustrated, lost traveler like myself to keep it clean?
At the second station, I took a chance — although not with my choice of words. Parking, according to a big sign out front, was reserved for fans of Kyle Busch. Fortunately, my car wasn’t towed away for breaking the rule and after a couple more fits and starts, I have made it to Pinehurst No. 2. But I have to look into this GPS thing. I wonder if I can get it on my 1997 flip phone?