NORTHERN PLANNER

One of my many shortcomings is a chronic sense of direction (Which didn’t really help back in the days of working on a supermarket – desperately searching for the new store sites that were not even on the map).

But it’s turned into a funny kind of strength. Everybody gets lost from time to time, and when that happens I’m the man you want in the car. I’m so used to it now that, when everyone else is panicking, there’s me with this zen like calm….cool as cucumber.

(I knew I’d get to use this picture eventually)

These days I just get to the general area and, somehow if I drive around enough, the destination appears. Like magic, or using The Force (or even chicken sexing?).