By W R Jones


     I really should not be allowed out of the house without a GPS.  I have absolutely no sense of direction, there are those that might say no sense of any kind, I know.

     A couple of examples come to mind.   I once worked for a week in Washington DC going from the same hotel to the Pentagon and back every day.  Every SINGLE day of that week I got lost in both directions.  Each day I would start out feeling confident that I had it now.  Not getting lost this trip.  A most painful memory of that trip is when someone from a Navy base in California flew in on Friday to stay at the same hotel and ride together to a meeting.    I laughingly told her how I had been lost every day but not to worry, I was good to go.  What the devil,  when I admitted defeat and got out of the car to once again ask for a directional update, I was told I was not even in the correct state.

    There was also that time I fell asleep on a Greyhound bus and slept past my stop and on into another state.  I was so confused when I woke up and got off the bus.  Where am I?  What happened here?

    I left the house to do a beach/ocean plein air piece, and as you might determine from the painting, missed.  Let me tell you something, standing in the snow in sandals and speedos is downright unpleasant.  I painted as fast as I could.  A car load of teenagers stopped to tell me, “You’re not from around here are you?”  No shit.

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9 Responses to Lost

  1. thomasvickers says:

    How do you read one of those things. I am directionally-retarded! I lived in Charlotte, NC for 20+ years and I swear you can stand on the corner of Queens & Queens in 2 places. It was a very disturbing part of my life!!!…thank you tomvickers@suddenlink.net

  2. Bill Sharp says:

    Nice painting, especially under the circumstances.

  3. wrjones says:

    Thanks Bill – I’m not leaving the house in my speedos again.

    Well, luckily Thomas, you don’t have to read them. A voice tells you to turn right on Main street. However, they do lead you astray sometimes. I was looking for a grocery store this morning
    and the little wench took me to a Best Buy instead. I guess she wanted a big screen TV.

  4. I love your stories but, in this case, I think I can “match” yours. Many years back, I went to an art exhibit in Easton, Maryland but stayed in a hotel in Annapolis. I was so lost there. Finally, I pulled into what I thought was my hotel only to realize it was the Naval Academy! :oops:

    I’ve gotta say, though, I really love your plein air pieces. They’re beautiful!

  5. wrjones says:

    Nice try Janet, but I don’t think you can match my penchant for lostness. I left out the part about when I first arrived in the Washington area. I drove from the airport to the hotel. There I was told I did not have a reservation and they were booked. I argued that I absolutely did have a reservation made by the government. They said I absolutely did not but they would would help me find a room. After several calls they said I was correct in thinking I did have a reservation at their hotel but it was at their hotel in another city.

  6. 100swallows says:

    That’s a nice painting, Bill. There’s nothing like the beach. Why is everyone’s towel white?

  7. wrjones says:

    They took them from the gym like I do. But be careful those gym towels are very linty.

  8. gypsy-heart says:

    I love the energy of the painting and your story.

    If in this life time we somehow end up plein air painting together we will have to hire a guide…because I am pitiful with directions too!
    Hey we can let the guide lug everything too!!

  9. wrjones says:

    Gypsy – we will just stay lost. We can paint and write poetry until someone finds us.

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