Remember stopping at a diner to ask for directions and getting a hand drawn map on a napkin? Happened to me once driving through rural Texas. The guy behind the counter sketched it out with a grease pencil, and it was more accurate than my phone ever was. Makes you wonder why we ever stopped trusting local knowledge, doesn't it? Now I keep a state atlas in the truck just in case, but that napkin got me where I needed to go.

After my divorce, even the mailman had questions.