March 14, 2008 Archives

Stef called a little while ago. "I'm in park," she said.

Not good. She was on the New England Thruway, headed home for a week. The accident, I'd soon find out, was in Connecticut - miles away.

I went online to scope it out. We have traffic cameras at work, but Stef was still out-of-state. I entered "I95 traffic Westchester" in Google.

A plethora of results came up and, of course, I clicked the first one. I saw the accident in Greenwich, but didn't connect it with Stef's troubles because it said the traffic was moving at 35 mph. It wasn't until I hit a few other spots that I put two and two together.

With all due respect, nearly very time I've been stuck in traffic and gone to the radio for info, I've been disappointed.

Stef will be here for a little over a week. After school and sorority and other socializing, the Fox house is her own little rehab spa. It's quiet. She can sleep as late as she wants (with no middle of the night, drunken student induced, fire drills). The catering isn't too shabby either!

Where am I? Now I'll know. The little GPS tracker arrived today.

Three days from California to Connecticut thanks to the USPS.

I read through the (not originally written in English) instructions, charged it a little and then headed to work. I'll let you know how it works later.

Right now, I'm astounded by its simplicity. Two lights and one button drive the whole show. A small 'open air' pad connects it to a holder containing the USB cable.

A sample, attached to the documentation, shows a vacation trip through China (the developer no doubt) with photos attached to a Google map. I can't wait to try it myself.

Good God, I'm nerdy.

More later.