I guess some people enjoy getting lost. I have never been one of those type people. In fact, I have some kind of phobia about getting lost. I'm not quite sure what kind of phobia that is called. In any case, I doubt there was anyone that was happier than me when GPS devices came onto the market. I was thrilled to say the least. One thing I have never done, however, was get lost in a cornfield as this couple with a three-week old baby did in Danvers, Mass. The cornfield maze was designed so that most people can find their way out of it in 45 minutes or less. But, this couple, along with their three-week old baby, were still lost in the cornfield maze an hour after starting. Soon, darkness starting falling and the mosquitoes were attacking mom, dad and, unfortunately, the infant baby. They were smart enough to bring a cell phone along with them. So, they had to call 911 so the Danvers Police could come to save them. Which is exactly what happened. The mother told the 911 operator she was embarrassed. Well, I guess I would be also.

The first thing that came to my mind, when reading this story, what the hell were they doing in a cornfield maze with a three-week old baby? Where were their brains? People today just don't stop to think of all the possibilities that could happen before they take an action, such as going into a cornfield maze. My ex-wife was like that. She was a very "spur of the moment" type person. I'm not. I am a planner, I like to think things through before I do them. It doesn't matter what it is. I still stop to think before I act. I can damn well guarantee you, I would not have gone into that cornfield maze with my lousy sense of direction. But, even I know that if you keep going in one direction (you know, like following the sun), I would come out of the maze. I damn sure would not have called 911 to rescue me. If I didn't have a cell phone, I'd probably still be in that cornfield. I'm a man. I don't ask for directions.

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