Old TV when looked at through a silly prism can lead us to many unanswered questions or as the old Mystery Science Theater 3000 theme song said “If your wondering how they eat and drink and other science facts, then repeat to yourself it’s just a show, I should really just relax.” Sound Advice indeed. Then again, PeeOnism and Sound Advice are a bad combination. So I have a few questions.

Question 1 – How did the Phone Company not know where the Bat Cave was?

In the 1960’s Batman series the power was delivered via a “Bat Diamond” located in the Bat Cave so one could assume they were able to avoid detection from the Electric Company but in the 1960’s there was no way you connected phones without the Phone Company knowing about it. Especially a red phone direct to police headquarters. Back then, the phone company was an all knowing, all powerful monopoly that knew more about you than you knew about yourself so if they didn’t know where the Bat Cave was Millionaire Bruce Wayne was guilty of theft of services.

Question 2- How did the Castaways clothes always look brand new?

Actually, Gilligans Island inspires many questions like Why did the Howells pack so much for a 3 hour tour but we can dismiss that one due to their obvious eccentricity. The clothes though? No way they stay that new looking for all that time. Gilligan’s red shirt, the Skipper’s Blue shirt and the Professor’s White one all stayed new and sharp looking throughout the years. What was Mary Ann’s secret in keeping these clothes so new looking? Was it the saltwater? Tender, Loving Care? Did the Professor invent some kind of miracle detergent?. This is just mind boggling.

Question 3- What the Hell really happened to Chuck Cunningham?

Chuck Cunningham should have been a segment on Unsolved Mysteries. Ritchie and Joanies older Brother turned up during the first couple of seasons of Happy Days, bounced a Basketball and kept right on bouncing into TV Oblivion. Considering that the parents, Howard and Marion were pretty much All American model parents you have to wonder why a seemingly well adjusted teenager would just up and leave without leaving a forwarding address. Also, why didn’t the wonderful parents ever show any concern for their eldest son leaving like that? Maybe they were covering up for jealous middle child Ritchie. Those freckles were just a ruse.

Question 4 – How did the Bundy’s stay in that house?

Married with Children IMHO was hilarious but there’s just too much here to ignore. Al Bundy was a Shoe Salesman who was by all means terrible at it. Now, it would be tough enough to feed a family of 4 when the other 3 members of the family were lazy leeches if you were a good Shoe Salesman. Al not only managed to keep his family fed (sort of) but also held onto a house. A three bedroom house with a basement no less. During their time there, Al managed to blow up the house, which was somehow repaired by the next show. But. there may be a logical answer here. In one episode Al is seen trolling for coins in a Shopping Mall wishing well so it could be our hero was just so frugal he managed to scrimp and save to afford the house and fix all the damage done to that house by his bungling. That argument falls apart when you bring the rest of the family in. His wife Peg would spend whatever meager earnings he made before the ink dried on the paycheck. The only other explanation could be that he must have had the most forgiving mortgage lender and insurance company in history.

Question 5 – How big was the Flintstones house?

From the outside it looked like a pretty small place, but there were scenes where Fred Flintsone started running and just kept going, through room and room after room. No end in sight. Maybe back in the stone age house interiors were done in a circular type layout that kind of created the illusion of running in a straight line while in fact he was just running around in circles.

Question 6 – Who wrote all those rules for Witches?

On Bewitched, Samantha the witch married Darrin the mortal. The other witches and warlocks weren’t to happy with this arrangement so they would cast spells on the poor guy. Since his wife was also a witch, no problem. She could just undo whatever the spell was herself. Uhhhh, Problem. Not only could she not just undo what the spell was, we got a litany of why she couldn’t undo it. This witch was stronger that that witch but in the end Samantha figured a way out despite the rules. Now about these rules, was there an official handbook? Could one submit amendments to this book? Was every Witch and Warlock provided a copy of this book? Samantha’s Mother had more power than Samantha. Seemed to be an age thing. The older you were the more power you had which I guess would make the oldest witch or warlock the most powerful being on the planet. Too many rules!! Peeon’s Poo-Poo the rules.

Question 7 – Did every Marine Sergeant go out on double dates with a Private?

Ok, so Gomer Pyle was meant to be more of 60’s escapism than a hard driving statement on the times but why did Sergeant Carter, who was always bitching about Gomer hang out with him after hours? They went on double dates. The yelling during the day made sense. The hanging out afterwords didn’t. Problem here was Gomer was a Suck Up. Hate to say it but the evidence is overwhelming. And Finally……..

Question 8 – Did you read this and think to yourself “That’s two minutes of my life I’ll never get back”?

Gotcha!!!!

The cartoon panel shows three figures.  Two young boys walking off a baseball field in tears.  The one boy is saying to the other “Naw, Yuchie – I just don’t feel like playin’ ball today”.  The date of the cartoon was August 3, 1979.  The third figure, looking down from above with eyes shut and an almost intense, determined look was that of New York Yankee Catcher, Thurman Munson who was killed in a crash of his private plane the day before.

The cartoon was drawn by the Legendary Bill Gallo, whose career at the New York Daily News ran for 70, count em, 70 years.  This particular cartoon was a simple drawing that seemed to capture lots of emotion and left room for interpretation.  How an accident involving a sports figure can stun and sting.  But why do they stun and sting? Sometimes 40 years later?  In Pittsburgh, Roberto Clemente’s death from a plane crash still stings.  That happened in the off season, Munson’s was during the season. Both incidents were the ones that stung me when I was younger.  Clemente was on a mission of mercy, Munson was practicing takeoffs and landings in his new jet, which he bought so he could spend more time with his family.

Thurman Munson was painted in the media as gruff, snarly, rude, you name it.  Munson was also loved by the fans (Yankee fans, at least) who had an uncanny way of seeing through to the man himself, a great, gritty ball player, who also happened to be a great family man.  He was an All-Star Catcher, 1976 American League MVP and 1970 AL Rookie of the Year.  Three time AL champion and Two time World Series Champ.  He was the Team Captain and probably most importantly, considered one of, if not the best at handling Pitchers.  As open as a baseball field is, to the fan, the battle of wits inside the lines, Pitcher, Catcher and Batter is something a fan is not privy too.  Munson was so good at it that he actually called a pitch that won a game after his death.

Huh? How can that happen?  Well, gather round the campfire.  What follows is my interpretation of a story from Marty Appel’s Munson Biography.

Bobby Murcer was one of Munson’s best friends and teammates.  He came up as an infielder with an erratic arm in 1965, but soon was hailed as the next Mickey Mantle and moved to Center Field, where he was a yearly All-Star and one of the most productive players in the league.  No Mantle, but good enough in his own regard to become a very popular player in New York.  He and Munson were the two beacons of lights during a dreary Yankee decade.  He was traded to the Giants in 1974 and returned to New York in 1979 from the Cubs.

Tippy Martinez was a left handed pitcher whose Major League career began with the Yankees in 1974.  In 1976 he was traded to Baltimore as part of a 10 player deal.  He credits Munson for helping him in his development at the major league level.

Ron Leflore was a gifted ballplayer with a dynamic flair.  He had a very good career. Mostly with Detroit.  The story begins with Leflore on a 30 game hitting streak.  He was 0-3 against the Yankees and his streak was on the line late in the game. Tippy Martinez was pitching for New York in what was most likely Leflore’s last chance to keep his streak alive and had two strikes on him.  Munson called for a Fastball.  Martinez delivered Strike 3 and the hitting streak ended.  Afterward, when asked about the pitch selection, Munson confessed he called for the fastball because he wanted to give Leflore a pitch that he knew was to his liking.  A fair chance for him to keep his streak alive.  A lesson in respect and fairness towards an opponent that the young pitcher would not forget.

Fast forward to the day of Munson’s funeral.  Murcer delivered a Eulogy in the morning and was in left field that night against the Orioles.  The game was on national television.  Baltimore built up a 4-0 lead. The Yanks were obviously going through the motions and emotionally spent.  In the 7th, with two men aboard Murcer turned on a Dennis Martinez pitch for his first home run since returning and cut the lead to 4-3.

Onto the 9th inning, same score, men on 2nd and 3rd, up comes Murcer.  Tippy Martinez on the mound. Lefty Pitcher, Lefty Batter.  Martinez recalled that he had great success against Murcer by feeding him curve balls.  So two curveballs, two strikes.  It was before the next pitch that Martinez flashbacked to Leflore so as a tribute to his Mentor he let Munson call the pitch, then reared back and threw Murcer a Fastball.  He didn’t grove it and it was a good pitch.  Murcer, a smart hitter took the pitch to the opposite field driving in the winning runs.  Martinez walked off the mound and glanced toward the sky.  It was a moment where even the most ardent of Yankee haters could at least crack a smile for a Yankee win.

As fans, we are not privy to any of this but we always feel connected.  As young children, we think sports stars and celebrities take us to places that are almost too good to be true.  But the longer we watch and attach ourselves to a team or player, it will become more apparent that the real world will creep into this fantasy as we get older.  Pretty much every professional sports team has had their version of this same story. Doesn’t matter where you are or who you root for.  Reality will always win out in the end.  The sting from it can remain for years.  This makes those first few years when the game was magical such a great childhood memory.

People in Pittsburgh, via either radio or TV welcomed Roberto Clemente into their homes for about 150 times a year the same way New Yorkers would welcome Thurman Munson into their homes.  The same way fans in every city welcome athletes into their home. They were there to help you forget a personal problem for a couple of hours a day.  When tragedy strikes a player in their prime then all of the sudden there is a void. That constant that was always there is no more.  Other player’s would come and go but that first sting will never go away.  Now the games a business.  Business isn’t fair.  You learned the hard way that no matter how gifted an athlete is, time will be the only undefeated player on the field.

What sports does and always will do is provide unscripted drama and memories.  That’s what keeps you tuned in.  You’ll hear more negative stuff about cheating (sign stealing anyone?) or performance enhancement drugs, or other negative things.  Maybe I’m naïve, but I’d like to think those negatives are the exception and not the rule.

What I fear more troubling is that kids nowadays may be deprived of those first few years where the games and the unreal type magic exist and the real world hasn’t crept in yet.

I just wanted you to hear about the other side.  Respecting your opponent and holding your head high when it doesn’t work out that day.  Maybe that’s what Munson was trying to tell those two little kids in that cartoon. The day after the real world smacked them right between the eyes.

 

If you ever want to get your ego bruised try being a Slow Pitch Softball Pitcher with limited arc.  Many is the night I spent watching the other team going around the basis in what looked (at least to me) like a Congo line. At least there was the mercy rule or we’d be there all night.  Down 12 runs? Game over. Off to the bar.  This never happens in the majors, or does it?

In our current situation, with sports at all levels on hiatus this early spring I thought back to a day in May, 1979.  Back then I was a young PeeON in training working in the Chicago area.  Wasn’t from there so I had no rooting interest in the local teams, but a fellow I worked with said they had an extra ticket to Wrigley Field.  Cubs vs Phillies.  Wrigley Field has to be a bucket list item for any Baseball fan so I gladly accepted.

Turned out to be the right call because that turned out to be the most entertaining game a fan with no rooting interest could have seen.  Final score? 23-22.  We sat down the left field line.  First obvious thing when I got there was how the field seemed much closer than any other park I’d been too in my short life.  Sort of quaint.  I’d been to the old, original Yankee stadium which was cavernous.  Shea Stadium, which only a Met’s fan could love and the old cookie cutter Three Rivers in Pittsburgh.  Great for Football, Meh for Baseball so Wrigley was pretty special when I walked in.  I also noted that the wind was blowing out and mentioned that maybe we’d see a little scoring.  That was a bit of an understatement.

In 1979, the Phillies were one of the stronger teams in the National League.  The Cubs were 71 years since their last World Championship and 34 years since their last World Series appearance.  Both teams boasted stars.  The Phil’s had Pete Rose, Mike Schmidt, Larry Bowa, Tug Mc Graw.  The Cubbies had Bruce Sutter, Bill Buckner, Dave Kingman and Yankee in exile Bobby Murcer, who as it turned out was sent back to the Bronx not long after this game.

I thought back to this game and tried to remember details, but as you can imagine when the scores 23-22 after 40 years details fade.  I did remember the Phil’s scoring 7 in the first with their Pitcher Randy Lerch, hitting a home run.  Lerch would not be around for a second at bat though as the Cubs scored 6 in the bottom of the first.  I also remember the Phil’s building a 21-9 lead.  Details faded so on to the internet I went to see if I could pull up the box score. Yep, it was there but there was also a You Tube link.  Jackpot!! Somebody posted the entire game!!  Into the easy chair I went to kill the day.

The game was the Chicago feed with the late Jack Brickhouse.  He did Cub games for 33 years.  What I remember about him was his signature “Hey, Hey!” when a Cub hit a homer or something really good happened.  When something bad would happen, there’d be silence followed by a “Hoo Boy”.  Needless to say Cub fans got about 5 times more Hoo Boys than they got Hey Heys back then.  The first time I saw this game, I didn’t have commentary but this time, I did,  My only memory for years was the view from my seat down the line.  Now I could see it from different angles.

Mike Schmidt had one of the smoothest swings I ever saw.  He hit 548 major league home runs.  He it a fly in the first inning that the wind carried out.  I thought if he had played for the Cubs in Wrigley he might have hit 800 homers.  Dave Kingman hit 442 career homers and 3 on this particular day.  The last one sailed out and 40 years later, I still don’t think it’s come down. Buckner hit a grand slam (I forgot about that) and drove in 7 runs.  Watching the tv version I had to snicker.  A slow roller was hit down the first base line that looked eerily similar to that one in 1986 that skittered under his glove and propelled to Mets to their last World Series win.  On this day in 1979? He played it perfectly and recorded the out.  Baseball can be so cruel at the worst possible time.

Anyway, the Phil’s tack on an 8 spot the top of the 3rd.  Their Center Fielder Gary Maddox hit a Double and a Homer.  Trailing 21-9 in the 5th (yep, just the 5th) the Cubs get 7 aided by a Mike Schmidt error. I remembered that Tug McGraw started that inning and didn’t finish it. Can’t help but think that he had a 19 year career and I saw the one he’d just assume forget.

21-16.  I do remember the sight of a couple of fights in the stands as the day wore on.  Had to wonder about why anyone would want to get tossed out during a game like this.  Of course this wasn’t shown on the tube.  Bottom of the 6th, Cub’s get 3 more.  21-19.  Phil’s would get their 22nd run in the 7th and Cub’s rallied for 3 in the bottom of the 8th.  22-22. (As you guess, I’ve turned off my memory here and am just reporting on what’s on the TV)

If that wasn’t enough, this game went to extra innings.  Back then Wrigley didn’t have lights.  We started speculating on if the game would be called on account of darkness.  Mr. Schmidt saw to it that we didn’t have to worry about that.  His second homer in the 10th inning ended it the way he started it for the 23-22 final.  He hit the game winner off Sutter, a battle between future hall of famers.  A fitting way for this one to be decided.

Luckily, for the Pitcher’s the wind at Wrigley is a cross wind most of the time.  This keeps the scores down for the most part but if the wind is blowing out?  Let me put it this way.  A few years later I was back in Chicago visiting and went to Wrigley again.  This time the Mets won 19-8.  After that one, the Cubs had me escorted to the city line with the agreement that I would never go to Wrigley again.  42 runs given up in my 2 games there.  Their Pitcher’s wanted nothing to do with me anymore.

As an old Slow Pitch Softball pitcher who watched the other teams constantly running around the bases, I understood.

 

Here I sit in my basement.  Rocker Recliner, Big Screen TV, Computer, Refridgerator.  Being told that this is where I should be spending most of my time for my protection and the protection of others.  It’s almost as if I’ve been practicing for this crisis my whole life.

As we wait for this Corona Virus to pass with hopefully, as little suffering as possible I must speculate on what will be different in our lives after it passes.

Years back, as a young PeeOn calling off sick from work was frowned upon.  Companies recognized employees for “Perfect Attendance”.  The stupidity of this logic was mind numbing.  Bronchitis? Pneumonia?  Fever?  Take some flu stuff to get you through the day and get to work.  We all had a desk drawer filled with cough drops.  In a few days you felt better but now the person sitting near you was going through the same thing.

Now, it’s corporations that have gotten smarter.  Feel bad?  Now you can work from home and keep your germs to yourself.  If your knocked down with the flu, take some days off and feel better.  It’s the rest of us that may need a wake up call and the Coronavirus may just be that.  Now we keep our distance, avoid large social settings and wash, wash, wash our hands.  Nothing wrong with being clean, staying home and probably getting more done than you did in the office (I know I always did).

But what about the sworn enemy of all respectable office PeeOns?  I’m talking about that disgusting, loathsome, brown nosing office suck up.  Oh, times have suddenly got tougher for this pit viper of cubicle city. Everybody is working from home.  How does the brown nose secretly time somebodies bathroom and lunch breaks?  Turn somebody in for breaking some stupid company rule, that nobody, including the boss knows about?  Since the boss is also working from home, how does the brown nose glowingly smile at every word the boss says during team meetings knowing the boss doesn’t see the smile?  Tattling just got a whole lot tougher too.  Can’t schmooze up to the boss from home and corner him or her to tattle on your fellow employees.

If I seem just a bit to giddy over these prospects, it’s well…because I am giddy.  As all PeeOns know there is nobody more irritating than the office brown nose snitch and the bosses who let them get away with it.  Now with work from home, these two are separated.  Buwahahaaaaaa.

They are opportunistic too.  Just waiting for someone to do a little venting.  Rest assured your little bout of frustration will be brought up at review time by a boss that was probably on vacation at the time you vented.  Now with work from home you can vent at the top of your lungs and unless your Dog or Cat has your boss on speed dial, you have nothing to worry about.

Your in control but if your stupid enough to put your frustrations in a moment of anger to the brown noser on one of those chat things you deserve the grief your sure to be getting.  Then you’ll also need the rest of your team (you know, other fellow PeeOns) to give you a good team kick for feeding the viper in the first place.

Switching gears, since were getting all this extra TV time I would also like to propose the following.  Once a National Emergency is declared, all political commercials must cease.  It’s freaking March and every five minutes, another political commercial.  National Emergencies should be used testing the Emergency Broadcast System (EBS).  The shrieking sound you hear during an EBS test is much less irritating than the damn shrieking you here during a political commercial. As for me, I make a practice to never vote for someone who invades my home 8, count em, 8 months before the election to tell me some lie about themselves or their opponent.  The one who doesn’t bug me 8 months ahead of schedule will be the one who gets my vote.  If you want to lie to me, at least wait until October.

But I’d like to end this whole thing on a positive note.  By recognizing one Eugene F. McDonald.  Back in the 1950’s McDonald was the President of US Zenith.  For those under age 40, Zenith was once one of the most popular brands of TV.  McDonald, hated advertisements and challenged his engineers to do something about it.  He wanted a device that could mute them or have a quick channel changer to remove the ad.  The hard working PeeOn Engineers came up with the solution and the TV Remote was born.

Now some 60-70 years later, McDonald’s venting just might be what led to us getting through this without throwing a shoe through the TV.  It’s also the type of spirit that finds answers to questions.  Lucky for us there’s enough PeeOn Scientists out there that will not only remain nameless, but they’ll be the ones who find the answers and get no credit for it.

Well, maybe some credit.  Thanks Folks…

 

It’s Friday. The Rum & Coke is poured and Pittsburgh is hosting Dallas in NHL Hockey. A thought has occurred. In 40 some years of working, I never got to drink alcohol and work. I’ve had beer at certain work parties, but never actually worked while I drank. Game is 0-0 in the 2nd period so let’s cross this drinking and working at the same time (well, this isn’t a real job but I’m drinking so there) off the old bucket list. Lets see where this all takes me.

Games pretty much business as usual. No penalties yet. One of my other little fun things I do now is Off Ice Official for a local Junior League team. I work in the Penalty Box. You have to watch the game differently in the box. I pay more attention to the referee’s. Yep, sitting in a little box watching a ref is my new definition of exciting Saturday night (Dallas just scored). After years of cursing (Dallas just took a penalty) and yelling at these guys I have to admit, these are some nice, knowledgeable guys. Most have a sense of humor but when it comes to the game, they know their stuff.

The arena Public announcer is down in the box too. He’s a local radio personality and keeps us laughing. During a pre season game, he says that he remembered pro leagues would keep an emergency goalie up in the stands, but what does a Junior League team do? I said I thought they would probably play with 6 skaters like an empty net situation or maybe they would let one of the other kids on the bench put on the goalie stuff and have at it.

After the period ends I have to walk across the ice (and try not to fall) and the Ref comes over. The PA guy asks his question. The Ref, without missing a beat quotes the rule verbatim from the rulebook (basically, a more official explanation that was similar to my theory. After he was done, the Ref says “This is what I get to do on Saturday nights, read the rulebook”. He then asks if his explanation was good. I told him I was really hoping he’d say the PA announcer would have to go out and play.

Some Refs, obviously are better than others. If it’s a Ref who’s struggling, it’s going to be a busy night if he starts calling everything. We kind of get a feel early on in the game if there’s a chance things may get out of hand, which means more work and less joke telling. Anyway, it’s a lot of fun but I do take it seriously and don’t like to make mistakes. There’s more to it than opening a door and you have to know the rules.

Commercial showing Nacho’s just came on. Hmmmm. Rum and Nacho’s….Where was I. Game just caught my attention. Good saves at both ends. Whoops, Pittsburgh ties it up at 1. Of course, nowadays, before you mark it down, you have to get through the video replay. Not even close this time. Goal stands. Now I’m into the game but the period comes to an end. I’m taking my intermission break here. If you want to be realistic along with me leave your computer for 18 minutes and come back.

And we’re back. The computer Zamboni has cleaned off the screen and we’re ready to roll. Speaking of drinking at work, I stand by my stance the in order to make watching Baseball on TV, let the play by play announcer drink some beer during the game. I’m not talking fall down slobbering drunk, but just enough to loosen them up (Pittsburgh Penalty). I mean, get them a designated driver to get them to and from the game, give them a couple of beers and turn them loose (Pittsburgh hits post). I just can’t imagine slogging your way through 162 games and not wanting a beer. Especially if the home team sucks. That it!, the lower your team is in the standings the more beer you get!! Incentive, Incentive, incentive (Pittsburgh now up 2-1)

We have a WestHighland Terrier. He has this sometimes funny, mostly annoying habit of charging at the TV when there’s another animal on. I had to put the TV up a bit higher so he can’t knock it over and hurt himself. He actually knows all the commercials (Dallas hits a post). If a commercial comes on and he knows a dog is coming, he pounces. Anyway, he’s going to be 9 years old. In other words, it’s been 9 years since I’ve gotten to watch any (Pitt 3-1) Nature shows.

Dallas has an older team with big expectations but are having a slow start to the season. Hockey is more of a speed game and youth has more of a place than before. If Dallas doesn’t turn it around soon, there could be a fire sale. There’s a dog on right now, but mine is asleep. Dodged that one. (Dallas makes it 3-2). If this goes to Overtime, you get extra musings (Dallas Penalty).

Games more intense now. 5 minutes left. Refs hearing it from the crowd a bit. Might be hard to believe but in this era an NHL ref is really not afraid to call a late penalty in a close game. Going back a bit, they always seemed to put the whistle away late in the game. This game is reminding me of yesteryear, but as long as their consistent, it’s no problem. Dallas is having a late push with a couple of minutes left. Looking for the goalie to get pulled for an extra skater and….he’s out. Hit a post. Minute left. Whistle with 36 seconds left. Timeout taken. Each team gets one timeout in an NHL game. They only last a minute and unlike the NFL, there’s no long commercial break.

There it is. Pittsburgh scores the empty netter and that ought to just about do it. I should go back and read this over but hey, I’ve been drinking. I always wait overnight to post something here, but this time, in the spirit of PeeOn Happy Hour, the publish button gets hit.

As I continue to age as gracefully as possible, sometimes I long for an adventure. Most Adventures are pre planned, through travel sites etc., to far away places. But can you take something you used to do without thinking and turn it into a modern day adventure?

Such an opportunity presented itself when I had to meet an appraiser at a house a couple of hours from my home for my “semi-retirement” job. I drove up using the GPS on my phone. After getting off the main road the house was 3 or 4 side streets away. After the boring details at hand were attended to, I got back in the car and as I was turning the GPS I had a great thought. What if I tried to get back home without the GPS? You know, just like we used to do back before they were invented?

I know about the old Husband never asking for directions that permeated the marriage landscape back in the day, but now I was about to put my old sense of direction to the test for the first time in years. Could I get back to the main road without the GPS? A rush of adrenaline coursed through me. I turned the key and started out.

Long story short, when I finally got back to the main road I felt like a fool. Granted there were some one way streets and I had never been there before, but have I really lost my sense of direction due to technology?

In a word, no. My sense wasn’t lost, just temporarily misplaced. I purposely took a different route on the way home. This forced me to read the road signs instead of glancing down at the GPS to see how long it would be before I had to turn. I did get off one wrong exit, but quickly recovered. The longer I drove, the more I could feel my old senses coming back. Of course, once I was getting closer to home, I approached the none GPS zone and just finished the drive off.

Other old habits kicked in. Listening to radio without peeking down to see who the artist was. If I could have rolled down the windows with a crank instead of pushing a button I would have. Keeping a closer eye on my speed since the GPS wasn’t there to warn me about a speed trap. Not that I’m off to the races but sometimes you just well, j catch yourself speeding. It’s always best to catch yourself, rather than the police catching you.

Anyway, when I got home I thought back on my “adventure”. In this modern world a GPS is vital. One wrong turn could land you in an adventure that you really don’t want to be apart of. Parents rest a bit easier knowing their kids can find their way home. On the other hand I can’t fathom growing up in an era where you don’t have to use you own senses to find your way home. Is this good or bad? Guess only time will tell.

As for this PeeOn, I look forward to even more old age adventures like getting up off the couch to change the channel. Listening to AM Radio. Actually Baking a Baked Potato. You get the idea.