Tom says he’ll keep an eye out so I reach forward from the driver’s seat and turn off the GPS. Might as well save battery power, I think to myself.

A second later a soft snap demands my attention.

“Let me have that GPS” Tom says, “this does not look like the Plainfield that I know,” he says he wants to double check, something isn’t right. By this point in the trip he should be able to recognize the streets so that he can direct us to Seventh Street, where his grandparents live.
“Wait a minute… is this set for Plainfield, Pennsylvania?"

I let out a little gasp.

We are supposed to be going to Plainfield, New Jersey. I just drove us three hours in the wrong direction.
The sun, I swear, it’s bleaching out my hair. Blonde moment #1… stay tuned.


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