It was an interesting ride in the car. Me, my wife, my ex-wife and the female voice inside of the Garmin GPS navigation device. Difficult enough to take directions from one. A bit tougher from two. I almost wrecked having three.

My daughter and her husband of eighteen months are in-town for a visit. I have taken a couple of days away from work. Yesterday we decided to visit the area's premiere amusement park. Daughter invited her Mom along, of course. Daughter and husband went in their own automobile. Me and the three went in the Toyota (hood surfing with a two-seat roadster is, unluckily for me, illegal in Pennsylvania). It was rather awkward when the Toyota's hands-free Bluetooth device lit up with the name of a female swing lifestyle acquaintance. My wife, feeling a little ornery, started reaching for the "answer" button on the touch screen. "I'll call her back later", I told the occupants of the car. Ex was full of questions, of course. "Who is Blondie?" I think I am going to rename the entries in my cell phone.