Nancy wrote --
 
>  JM> I had a map, but found I was just a couple of blocks from where I
>  JM> wanted to be.  And yes there were still maps at gas stations but
none had the information I needed.
> 
> Nothing with the local detail...?  Or anyone that could show you, You
> Are Here, on a map....

  Most of the gas jockeys I spoke to were uniformly rude and gave the
impression I was interrupting something important they were doing, even
if it was just leaning against a gas pump.
  I've told this story several times over the years and almost to a
person people who have traveled in NY (either city or state) tell me the
same thing, they were told "I don't know".

>  JM> For all I know he may still be driving around trying to find it 35
>  JM> years later.    
> 
> I'm sure that by now, he would have given up on it, and be off
somewhere else by now...  

  I imagine.  
  Another event in  my life, which I think I've mentioned here before,
was when I was around seven or eight.  
  My father had gone to the court house of a neighbouring town.  It was a
hot summer day and I had been given an ice cream cone.
  Part way through the ice cream was melting faster than I could eat it
and just tossed it out the open window.  I tossed a bit too hard since it
flew through the air landing on the drivers seat of a black '48 Ford sedan.
  Suddenly I went from carefree and happy to worried the owner would
return before my father.  What seemed like hours passed until my father
came back and we left before that driver.
  For years when I saw a black '48 Ford sedan I was sure that was the
driver looking for me.  
  Joe
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