This week I finally broke down and acquired a GPS. Living in New Jersey, the item will come in incredibly handy. Roads out here are laid in a plan best understood by 17th century colonists, which I am not. I usually figure out where I need to go, but it isn't always pretty.
So I finally caved in and JT and I have joined the 21st century. We've named our GPS JoJo and she's a helpful assistant as we wander the roads of the state. The only problem that I detect is that the two of us really like to jack with JoJo, following a route different from the one she recommends. She's quite patient when we travel off the grid. But I can see that her lot will be a difficult one with the two of us behind the wheel.