cryptic letter

We are in receipt of a cryptic letter from Linda’s mother.
Well okay; the fact she’s almost 91 explains the degradation to tortured chicken-scratch (are they free-range chickens?).
But she also likes to drop names out of the clear-blue-sky, and be incensed we have no idea what she’s talking about.
What prompted this letter was Linda’s off-hand mention AirTran was going to begin flying into Daytona, which is closer to the shadow of the mighty De Land water-tower than Orlando.
I don’t know if it’s advantageous, since Orlando is direct, and Daytona would involve a plane-change in Atlanta.
Orlando isn’t that far away, and would be easier now that we’ve been there recently.
Whatever; we now have a map clipped from a phonebook, and written directions impossible to follow.
A stroke-effect is in play here.
I have to be able to visualize in my mind what we’re doing. Written, and verbal, directions are almost impossible to follow.
Then too there is the impossibility of following directions when you’re supposed to see that “the first possible right-turn” should be onto a street, not a condo parking-lot at the end of a street.
Her directions mentioned an indecipherable which looked to me like “Richard Petty.”
The Daytona airport is right next to the Speedway, so putting two-and-two together, I decided “Richard Petty” might be a valid street-name.
Linda, of course, had never heard of Richard Petty, and I’m sure Linda’s mother had no idea why the road was named after the greatest NASCAR-driver of all time.
Makes you wonder if there’s an “Intimidator-Alley” or an “Ironhead Lane......”
Or perhaps a byway named after the little twerp.

My brother in Boston always calls Jeff Gordon “the little twerp.”

Last July when in Boston, my brother gave me directions to Logan. I was lucky to find it on time.

“Shadow of the mighty De Land water-tower” is where Linda’s mother lives; Florida Lutheran Home in De Land.