Doesn’t anyone love mom anymore? It’s Mothers Day. We drove to Long Island to see Stef and so we could begin taking stuff back from her soon-to-be abandoned dorm room.
In the car, we left Connecticut around 10:00 AM and with the exception of a slowdown where I-91 empties into I-95 rolled smoothly all the way to campus. We must have made exceptional time because Stef wasn’t ready.
Even our late breakfast at a normally busy diner started with immediate seating (and then lackluster service).
It’s Mothers Day. I thought everyone was supposed to be on-the-road visiting mom? Decades ago this was the day long distance phone service use to break down under immense strain! Restaurants would turn away patrons. Everyone would see mom. Where were they?
This was the day to roll out a new GPS–a Garmin nüvi 260W. I bought it ‘factory refurbished’ on Amazon. If it is less than new, it is so in a way I can’t see.
I suctioned it to the wndshield and let it lead the way even though we could do this trip in our sleep.
I know GPS units are ubiquitous, but can we step back for a second and marvel?
- It knows where we are.
- It knows virtually all the streets in America and has a reasonable expectation of how fast or slow travel on each of them will be.
- It can figure out a route in a few seconds, though there are essentially an infinite number of routes to choose from.
- It presents a map which is constantly updated while it’s doing its other jobs.
- It does all this while tracking a constellation of satellites whose signals are so weak it only knows they are there because the noise in its receiver is no longer truly random.
Yes, its guesses at pronunciation sometimes leaves something to be desired, The Meadowbrook Parkway is called “Muh-DO-brook.” Others names are equally bollixed, but not enough to make them undecipherable. And it calls out the streets in a myriad of voices and accents. It is cleverly useful.
Look around as you drive and see how many cars have one stuck where the driver can watch it. It is no longer the exception.