On Sunday I went to Bristol with some folks in a car. I had volunteered to be the navigator, and when I told people this beforehand, Brits and Americans alike looked at me with wide eyes and just laughed. I half-expected some of them to shake my hand and say, "Well, nice knowin' ya." The weather Sunday was weird. That's the only way I can describe it. It would be pouring one minute, then bright and sunny and gorgeous the next, and then pouring while bright and sunny, and you never knew when it would switch. However, we set off anyway. Navigating. I had a detailed map showing every little street in Bristol. I had hand-drawn directions to where we were going, eliminating all the extraneous detail side streets. Nevertheless, we ended up going off
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