Are we there yet?
On an exceptionally dark night recently , I was driving home from an appointment and missed the easy right turn into my neighborhood. The SUV in front of me — and the family within — had distracted me. I guess I wanted to see what was playing in their cozy little “backseat” cinema. Let me correct that statement: I couldn’t miss what was playing – it was unmistakable and annoying. Sure, I’ve seen “Finding Nemo” before...just not front and center while driving down the road. To get back home, I had to drive an extra half-mile, wait to make a u-turn, and then drive another half-mile back, and then wait again to make the final left turn. All because of a clown fish who couldn’t find his way back home. Irony at its best — or rather, worst. When I told my husband about my distraction, he laughed and said that he sees this quite often. He also tol d me about a recent television program he watched. He described a scenario with a family driving through a gorgeous national park, with the k