One Born Every Century
One Born Every Century By Quicksilver "Do a U-turn here," my GPS said for the third time now. I was turned around quite a bit in an unfamiliar part of town. I had just dropped my father off at the train station in Cincinnati. I was now trying to get back onto I-75 so that I could head back up to my house north of here. I missed the onramp and a few turns since then so I was hopelessly turned around. I did as the GPS indicated and began going in the...