Lisa has to listen to me pontificate on how much fun it is to follow accurate directions and to use accurate maps made by proud and meticulous mapmakers, and to follow route descriptions given by knowledgable guides. She also has to listen to me complain and whine about when all things in the world don’t line up the way they are supposed to. Y’know, map lines drawn indiscriminately, gas guys forgetting small but essential details. I especially get cranked up when it is darkly late and we are tired and hungry and driving on unfamiliar, unlighted highways, the numbers on the signs are wrong and we don’t know where we will find food or a place to sack out. Grumble, grumble.