I don’t remember exactly how old Faith was at the time, maybe 12 or 13, but we had gone into New York on a frigid Saturday to walk around, see some sights and do some shopping. As we were walking up 5th Avenue, we stopped for a light at E 41st St. While waiting, a Japanese couple approached us and asked if we could give them directions to the Main Branch of the Public Library. As the map indicates, it was directly across the street.
We didn’t realize that this was another passing-of-the-baton moment. I have always been asked for directions. I don’t know why, but people seem comfortable approaching me and asking how to get to somewhere. The remarkable thing is that, even while traveling, I often know how to get where that person wants to go. In fact, in my one trip overseas, as I was trying to get to the Euston train station in London, a man approached me and asked how to get to some building. I was lost, but I had passed that building on my way to getting lost.
Once, when Faith was very young, we stopped for gas while running errands. As I was putting gas in my truck, the man from the other side of the island asked if I knew how to get to the New England Air Museum. I told him: “take a left out of here and go up the road about a mile.” He looked puzzled and said: “you’re saying left, but you’re pointing to the right…” Faith chimed in from the passenger seat. “He means right, he always does that.”
These days, Faith is often asked for directions while hiking and while traveling. I continue to be asked for directions. When we were in Pittsburgh two weeks ago, we were waiting in line at the right field gates to PNC Park. Like everyone else in line, we were wearing Pirates gear. The guy in front of us turned and said:
“You look like you come here often. We’re from North Dakota, it’s our first time here. Can we enter this gate with these tickets?”
Faith and I had only been to PNC Park one other time, but we knew the answer. You can enter any gate with any ticket, you just might have to walk.
If the weather cooperates, I’ll be at a Hartford Yardgoats baseball game tonight, so I’m sharing photos from that Pirates game. I hear that Dunkin Donuts Stadium in Hartford is very nice, but I think you might agree that it’s hard to beat PNC Park. Sadly, it doesn’t seem nearly as hard to beat the Pirates, but there’s always next year.
This post is part of Linda G. Hill’s fun weekly series One-Liner Wednesday. You can follow this link to see the one-liners from the other participants.