By Jody Worsham
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reserved for a paper map
If Sam
Houston and Santa Anna had relied on On Star for directions, the Battle of San
Jacinto might never have taken place and I would now be writing with a Spanish accent. I shall explain.
The
twelve-year-old missed the class field trip to the San Jacinto Monument due to
a schedule conflict. In a very small
school it is good to have common reference points so you don’t feel left out. So I decided to take both children to the San
Jacinto Monument during San Jacinto Days when the most decisive battle of the
Texas Revolution is re-enacted.
We left home
at 7a.m. for the three hour trip. When
we hit the outskirts of Houston at 9:30, I hit the On Star button for directions. The festival did not start until 10 a.m. so
we should be on time. I followed the
directions and ended up at the Lynchburg Ferry only the ferry was closed for
the day. I backtracked and consulted On
Star again.
Maybe they
couldn’t understand my Texas accent. I
carefully spelled S-A-N
J-A-C-I-N-T-O
M-O-N-U-M-E-N-T. I was routed
back onto the six lane freeway and given instructions to make a U- turn when it
was safe to do so. On a six lane
freeway??? Fifteen miles later I turned around and ended back at the closed
ferry…again. This time I gave On Star
the exact address and explained that the Lynchburg Ferry was closed. I was routed back onto the freeway and six
miles later I heard “You have arrived at your destination”. In the middle of a six lane freeway??
We could see
the 580 foot obelisk. We just couldn’t
get there. I told the nine-year-old to
keep the monument in sight. I stopped at
a convenience store for directions. The
proprietor was on the phone. I think he
had just switched to Vonage because he was reconnecting to his 384 relatives in
India. He didn’t know what the San
Jacinto Monument was. I was about to
point to it out the window but the fog had obscured my landmark.
The
twelve-year-old had brought up Google Map on the I-pad. The blue line extended past the Lynchburg
Ferry exit so we decided to follow that.
After ten miles, the pin on the Google Map had not moved and none of the
streets matched what was on the map.
Time to make another stop at a convenience store.
“Do you have
a map of Houston?”
“No. No
map. I Google, yes?”
“No.”
Two things
prevented me from taking him outside and pointing to the monument. One, I think his brother was calling him from
the other convenience store and two, he was standing behind bullet proof glass. Time to leave.
With the
monument now on our right instead of on our left, it was time to stop before
the fog came in again or I arrived at the Gulf of Mexico. I spotted the San
Jacinto Mall. Surely somebody there
would know how to get to the San Jacinto Monument. The lady I asked gave me
more convoluted directions than On Star.
I thanked her and contacted Dr. Hubby.
“I can’t get
to the monument. The ferry is closed.”
“What are
you doing at the Galveston ferry?”
“I’m not at
the Galveston ferry.”
“Where are
you?”
“I don’t
know.”
“Well stop
at a convenience store and get a map.”
“Right!”
It is now
10:30. We have been driving in a
semi-circle for an hour and thirty minutes.
I called On Star…again.
“Yes, Mrs.
Worsham I see you are not at the monument yet.”
“Noooooo, I am not. Now listen very
carefully. I will speak
slowly. I can SEE the monument. Don’t
tell me to turn left; it is a one way street.
The Lynchburg Ferry is closed, no matter how many times you send me
there. Ferry Not Working! And there is
no monument in the middle of a six lane freeway. Get me to the battle before there is another
one right here."
“I am
sending an alternate to the alternate route to your vehicle now. Have a nice day and thank you for using On
Star.”
Like on
Gilligan’s Island, our three hour tour took four and a half hours. We made it to Parking lot D. We boarded the shuttle bus that would take us
to the monument.
“Don’t
forget. You are parked in ‘D’ as in Dog”
said our driver.
Another D
word immediately popped in my head.
Fortunately
Sam Houston and Santa Anna relied on real stars for directions and the Battle
of San Jacinto took place on April 21, 1836.
Ironically the actual battle lasted only 18 minutes but finding the
battlefield 178 years later with GPS, On Star, and Google Map, took us an hour
and a half.
As we were
driving home, the sounds of the day’s battle were still ringing in our ears.
“Remember
the Alamo!”
“Remember
Goliad!”
“Remember the ferry is closed!”
3 comments:
Sometimes, if I know where I am going, I take alternate routes, to punish Helen (we've named her!) and make her recalculate. I've pulled into shopping centers to make a U turn just to hear her moan "unnamed road, unnamed road!" Two can play this game.
You have more patience than I.
Sometimes I don't have a choice...patiece or fit throwing.
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