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.