I’ve driven automobiles for nearly sixty years. I’m getting good at shifting gears, using my turn signals, and planning my route. Sometimes though, plans change. I’d driven my mother-in-law to the doctor’s. For the trip home, I proposed a shortcut but mom had other ideas. She said, “Go right at the light.” I used my turn signal. “Down the hill.” Down we went. “Turn left and slow down.” I wasn’t speeding but I obeyed. My passenger was happy to look around that neighborhood. It was the neighborhood where she had grown up. We took our time getting home.