posted on Aug, 4 2011 @ 02:23 PM
Wow, usually there's a mysterious bad smell around here, but there's no mistaking this delicious familiar smell...kettlecorn!...Jeeves, I didn't
know you could cook kettlecorn...I didn't even know we had a copper kettle here. Oh, yes, Jeeves, I agree, since its summer we should replace the
usual bar popcorn with kettlecorn.
Speaking of summer, MrD and I had to find a specific downtown street near Seattle recently, while on the road again. I used my smartphone to locate an
autoclub office, whereupon I turned back into an anachronism when I asked the young woman there for a map.
She was so nice not to comment, after I detected a millisecond of her disbelief that there were still people out there who used maps. I'm sure she
knew very well how to use a navigation system but had to receive training in how to use a map and how to explain it to the anachronism that walked in
off the street.
We were on a Seattle freeway when I unfolded my map. And that's where and when I discovered I was out of touch with current reality. Unlike our truck
which is big enough to have a port and a starboard side, the rental car was, as is said of a small house, cozy. My map refused to stay on the
passenger side, it refused to fold entirely out for fear of beating itself on the dash, and it refused to turn around, as there was limited space
between me and the dash.
I also immediately felt embarrassed. I realized that, in this mecca of computer technology, I was no doubt the only soul trying to read a paper map! I
might as well have had a clay tablet with cuneiform on my lap!
I began to muse about a young person's world nowadays without paper maps, relying solely on an electronic selection. Admittedly, edirections are
wonderful, but emaps, they lack, well, everything a paper map has to offer to a young person to stir that sense of adventure.
I have spent many hours looking at maps, not for directions, but for hints of an old mine, an old landing field, a rock outcropping, an old railbed.
One map atop a kitchen table poured over for even a half hour could provide days of exploration to satisfy the desire for adventure and
But I'm sure old sea captains at one time must have complained, too, about "new" maps. I can imagine even an old pirate cursing a map no longer
inscribed with certain images.
Oh, did I find the place I was looking for in Seattle? After recklessly folding the map into some manageable size, whereupon I threw it to the floor,
I followed the edirections I had copied from my laptop (note to self...order portable printer). We got so close, so close, driving until the
edirections just didn't make sense without a map.
Yes, we got lost. But I used my smartphone to call my son, who talked us towards our destination. And soon there I was in the car, on the phone,
waving madly to my son, who was standing a block away on the sidewalk, using his phone to guide us closer to our port of call.
Well, sigh, maybe adventures can still be found without paper maps, but they sure were fun to look at. Jeeves, a large bowl of nostalgia...er,