TACTICS
IN A TIME BEFORE GPS, men would usually be the ones driving the family car on the weekend adventure.
With a bulky atlas open on a sweaty knee and his exasperated partner in the passenger seat, he'd be grinding his teeth to the sounds of her angry sighing while the screaming children are playing an increasingly violent game of slaps in the back, the seconds between now and when the game turns into an actual fight quickly ticking away.
And every two minutes, that family car passes the same landmark on a corner, driving around in an endless loop searching for a place that is supposed to be on that corner – but isn't.
Stopping the car and admitting he's
