STORY-TIME

A nurse at Rochester General Hospital last Friday recounted her recent installation of a GPS navigator in her car.
They’re in a tunnel, and the GPS gets confused. “Turn left; turn right.” Where — into the wall?
“What’s wrong with a map?” I shouted.
“If I had a GPS do that, I’d turn it off!”

Here I am in faraway northern Floridy in a rental-car in search of my mother-in-law’s abode.
We had MapQuest directions along.
“What a minute!” I said. “They got me turning the wrong way onto a one-way street.”
The fantabulous MapQuest directions got tossed in the back seat, and The Keed took over.
Found her abode with no problem at all.
So much for fancy-dan technology.

Last Friday (November 21, 2008) I had a “Saturated Prostate Biopsy” operation (out-patient, ambulatory) done at Rochester General Hospital.

“The Keed” is of course ME.