|Subject: Re: Funny little things, but it wasn't funny then|
The first time we visited New York City was following my ex-roommate's wedding near Patterson, NJ. He gave us directions to downtown NY, which we followed. As we were driving along this nice multi-lane highway near the water, I was driving in the right-most lane.
Out of the blue, a car raced by me on my right side. Okay, I said to myself, they had an entrance lane. It wasn't long after that, I was going down a ramp on the left-side, underneath the overpass in an unknown area, late at night. We had no idea where we were, how we got there, nor how to get back on the highway. We drove around until we found a hotel and promptly checked in. The next morning, the bell-hop gave us directions.
It wasn't funny then, but it's funny now. You see, I never changed lanes and all of a sudden we went from the right-most lane to the left-most lane and off the multi-lane highway altogether. I don't know if it's the same now, but that was in 1958.
Wil & Elizabeth Orlando, Fl.