To GPS or not to GPS

Prior to GPS, I would get lost because when my wife, reading the TripTik we ordered from CAA, would tell me to “turn left on Beaver Street and then keep right on South Center Street” I would not believe her and just keep going. I would curse for a while, yelling, “Philipsburg, that’s it!” After five minutes of Philipsburg back streets, I’d figure it out.

I’m haunted by Philipsburg. If you made a movie inspired by my life and called it Citizen Clark it would start with me dropping my iPhone and muttering “Philipsburg” as I expired. The rest of the movie would be a journalist trying to find out what I meant by “Philipsburg” and end with my iPhone roasting on an incinerator fire with the word “Philipsburg” typed into my GPS.