That story about GPS —
thanks for reminding me.

Some friends were living in the middle of Santa Fe about a block from the Capitol, on a dinky, dead-end, block-long dirt road, and had some relatives coming to visit. The relatives said "don't give us directions, we'll use the GPS!" Ha! They ended up on a long lonely road out in the boonies at a locked gate bearing the inscription "YOUR GPS IS WRONG".

So there, Mister Garmin, Mister Armchair Navigator.