A haunting image of an old woman stranded at midnight on an abandoned highway persisted.
Reluctantly, I plugged my address into an app called WAZE and winced.
A nice start, following a know route, boosted my confidence.
Then, cruising on an alternate route past stalled traffic and an accident, I was sold.
I still insist upon maps in my glove compartment, oddly local, state and of the entire United States. And find I am less certain if I am heading north, south, east or west.
I wonder, what is technology really driving at?