There was some cartoon show on the air when my brother was a little boy...maybe Rocky the Flying Squirrel...that had a feature cartoon of a fellow in a sea captain's uniform who was always going the wrong way. He was Captain Wrongway Peachfuzz. Every time I endeavor to travel off the beaten path in Indianapolis--especially after dark--I feel like him!
I was invited to an emergency communications think-tank-type meeting at the Red Cross in Indianapolis tonight. I have been to that building probably four times before but have NEVER been able to get to it without radio help. This time, for sure! I printed out Mapquest directions and gave myself 45 minutes for a trip that should have taken only 30. Dummy-proof, right? Wrong!
At 6:00, I was in the neighborhood, but due to one-way streets and one that doesn't go through to the RC address, I drove circles around and around the area, with no luck. No fewer than three hams were giving me directions. I finally arrived along about 6:25, embarrassingly late, then had to leave the group in order to go out to my car and run the HCARS net.
IF I AM GOING TO CONTINUE TO ATTEND THESE MONTHLY MEETINGS, I WILL HAVE DROP-DEAD FAIL-PROOF DIRECTIONS, OR I WON'T GO!!!
KB9RAF is going to come to my rescue AGAIN...this time, for the disposer/sink situation. I owe him, big time! In the meantime, I managed to honk off another friend to the degree that he isn't speaking to me right now. How do I do these things???
Another day of life in the slow lane...
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