Yes I get lost. Often. And yes, the worst is Massachusetts. I don't remember the gig or the town but the car still has a deep dent in the dashboard where I hurled the cell phone at it when the presenter's answering machine kept cutting me off. And there's always some old geezer who'll give you directions: "...go another 5 or 10 minutes to the shiny spot in the road by where the oak tree used to be; about a little ways past that you'll see the old Pearson place. They're not there anymore. It's a young couple...I don't think they're married...they have a blue Ford pickup - look for that. He might be at work..." Nokia phones are really tough.