HE (SHE) WHO CONTROLS THE MAPS

Controls where I’m going!

Or, the agony of the feet!

Traveling a strange city on a strange rail system can be very interesting.

“On 17 July 1938, Douglas Corrigan took off from Brooklyn's Floyd Bennett airfield in a tiny single-engine plane. Corrigan had filed a flight plan for California, but 29 hours later he arrived in Ireland, claiming his compasses had failed and that he had accidentally flown the wrong way. Although Corrigan never quite admitted it, his 'mistake' was surely a ruse to circumvent aviation authorities who had turned down his request to make a trans-Atlantic flight. Corrigan's stunt caught the public fancy; he was given a hero's welcome on his return to New York, and "Wrong-Way Corrigan" became a popular nickname for anyone who made a big blunder or did things backwards. Corrigan published his biography, That's My Story, in 1938.”

Or so someone says.
But if he had TLW (The Little Woman) reading a map for him, he would have made his flight plan as he filed it!

It seemed every time we emerged from a subway in Chicago, TLW would point us in one direction, and we would discover we were going in the opposite way! Now that is not to say it is her fault, because I could have taken the map and got us just as lost, but she DID have the maps.

My feet would be crying out loud, saying: “Take a taxi or a bus or the train!!!!”

I think of that map as a remote control. Yes, she has that too. Some nights she will fall asleep with her hand of the channel changer, as we travel through the networks at a breath taking pace, and I suddenly realize what is going on!