“Hey, old man! Where’s Sammy’s Liquor store?”
“T’ain’t hard. Down ’round 2 miles, there’s gonna be some track…go about another mile. Road bends a bit, and you’re gonna see a baseball diamond. School’s on, gonna be empty, but boy my son hit a few there. Go north. Sharp. Road is gonna wind. Lots of side roads will tempt you. Don’t take ’em! Turn east when you see two banks, just past the big oak. Good luck!”
The car screeched off.
“Bill, that ain’t the way to Sammy’s.”
“I know, dear. Sent ’em to Verizon. What young fool doesn’t have a smart phone?”