Meet Dale Cramer
Why hadn’t I thought of this? Virtual GPS.
Our Garmin’s right on target. Thirty miles, give or take, south of Atlanta, we arrive in Henry County by early afternoon. The computerized female GPS voice stutters a bit as we meander along the isolated country road. And she advises we will arrive at our des-ti-na-ti-on in 2/10 m-il-e.
“The network’s gone! Evaporated into thin air. She left without a good-bye.”