Three of my last four blog posts have been sort of “heavy” in content, so we’re going to have a change of pace today. For those of you who prefer shorter and not-so-serious blog posts, this one’s for you.
I don’t have GPS for my vehicle. To give you an idea how old my vehicle is let me just saw the cassette tape deck works great.
After hearing a few stories from friends who’ve had less than stellar experiences with the device, I’m not sure I want a GPS.

The following quote from Less, by Andrew Sean Greer makes me think the author has had some memorable adventures while using a GPS. This quote comes from the part of the book when the hapless Arthur Less is visiting Japan:
“. . . he takes the wheel of what basically feels like an enameled toaster and follows the clear, perfect signs out of Kyoto, toward the hill country. Less is grateful the signs are clear because the GPS, after giving crisp, stern directions to the highway, becomes drunk on its own power outside the city limits, then gives out completely and places Arthur Less in the Sea of Japan.” ~ from Less, by Andrew Sean Greer
The author paints a couple of vivid pictures with these words. Instead of saying, “a small car” or “a sub-compact car,” he gives a humorous image of a car that “feels like an enameled toaster.”
Then, although we’re not meant to take it literally, we see Less in this car the size of a toaster floating on (or sinking in) the Sea of Japan.
Vivid imagery doesn’t just happen in a book. It takes a good writer to carefully choose his or her words.
Since my last blog post
I’ve gotten back into some genealogy work. That’s been a hobby of mine since my father died when I was 24 years old and I realized I had failed to ask him a lot of questions about his family.
My last blog post prompted more comments than I usually get. I enjoyed discussing cultural appropriation; Fascism: A Warning, by Madeleine Albright; and A Gentleman in Moscow, by Amor Towles with a good number of you.
Until my next blog post
I hope you have a good book to read. I’m reading The President is Missing, by Bill Clinton and James Paterson. I’ve never read a James Patterson novel before and thought this might be a good one to start with. My political science background keeps showing up in my reading choices lately.
If you’re a writer, I hope you have quality writing time.
Thank you for reading my blog. You could have spent the last few minutes doing something else, but you chose to read my blog. I appreciate it! I welcome your comments.
Let’s continue the conversation.
Janet
I totally get the genealogy issue. Both my parents have now passed, and I’d love to be able to sit down with them and record some of the stories they would tell about their childhood. All I have now are the memories of those stories, but most of them I’m sure I’ve forgotten or could never reproduce faithfully.
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Chris, I guess it’s just human nature that we don’t take advantage of writing down those stories until it’s too late. I’ve heard so many people share that sentiment. I suppose we think there will be plenty of time later to hear the stories again or to ask the questions we didn’t realize we needed to ask until the opportunity passed. Now, there are things my siblings and I remember differently, and I have no idea who’s right. Thanks, as always, for reading my blog and taking the time to comment.
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Yea, it really is human mature. Thanks dear Janet.<3
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Yes, Laleh. It is. Too many stories and facts are lost forever when we don’t collect them and pass them on. Thank you for commenting.
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My pleasure ❤️
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