Category: GPS

The Missing GPS Gene

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(re-run) The women in my family are spatially challenged, as in, which way is south? West ? North? East? I remembered that the northwest corner of the basement was supposed to be the safest place in case of a tornado, but I had no idea which corner that would be. Now that I live near… Continue reading The Missing GPS Gene

The Missing GPS Gene

Posted in basement, caveman, directions, dyslexic, evolution, GPS, humor, memoir, relationships, San Diego, Target, tornadoLeave a comment

(re-run) The women in my family are spatially challenged, as in which way is south? West ? North? East? I remembered that the northwest corner of the basement was supposed to be the safest place in case of a tornado, but I had no idea which corner that would be. Now that I live near… Continue reading The Missing GPS Gene

The Missing GPS Gene

Posted in basement, caveman, directions, dyslexic, evolution, GPS, humor, memoir, relationships, San Diego, Target, tornadoLeave a comment

(re-run) The women in my family are spatially challenged, as in which way is south? West ? North? East? I remembered that the northwest corner of the basement was supposed to be the safest place in case of a tornado, but I had no idea which corner that would be. Now that I live near… Continue reading The Missing GPS Gene

Santa Cruz Friday

Posted in army surplus, beach, bikinis, birthday, California, ceramics, Coronavirus, Covid 19, Crow's Nest, dancing, face masks, GPS, highway 1, J.J. Cale, memoir, Moss Landing, pandemic, Santa Cruz, travel, ZumbaLeave a comment

When a dancing friend asked me to meet him in Santa Cruz yesterday, I thought it would be a great day to break up this monotonous pandemic life. We agreed to meet at 2:00. I drove through intermittent fog and sunshine all the way to Moss Landing. I had promised myself a ceramic pot from… Continue reading Santa Cruz Friday

The Missing GPS Gene

Posted in basement, caveman, directions, dyslexic, evolution, GPS, humor, memoir, relationships, San Diego, Target, tornado

(re-run) The women in my family are spatially challenged, as in which way is south? West ? North? East? I remembered that the northwest corner of the basement was supposed to be the safest place in case of a tornado, but I had no idea which corner that would be. Now that I live near… Continue reading The Missing GPS Gene

The Missing GPS Gene

Posted in basement, caveman, directions, dyslexic, evolution, GPS, humor, memoir, relationships, San Diego, Target, tornadoLeave a comment

(re-run) The women in my family are spatially challenged, as in which way is south? West ? North? East? I remembered that the northwest corner of the basement was supposed to be the safest place in case of a tornado, but I had no idea which corner that would be. Now that I live near… Continue reading The Missing GPS Gene

The Missing GPS Gene

Posted in basement, caveman, directions, dyslexic, evolution, GPS, humor, memoir, relationships, San Diego, Target, tornado3 Comments

The women in my family are spatially challenged, as in which way is south? West ? North? East? I remembered that the northwest corner of the basement was supposed to be the safest place in case of a tornado, but I had no idea which corner that would be. Now that I live near the… Continue reading The Missing GPS Gene