Last night I went to see Gregg Allman at a small theater in New Jersey with my husband and sons. The plan was that we would have dinner at 7 as the concert started at 8. I promised to leave the office at 6 to make this happen, which of course meant I left around 6:15 as one thing or another came up as I was trying to leave. My older son, who works with us, got in the car and plugged in his GPS since we were clueless as to where we were going. Greg is a self-proclaimed "Anglophile" and thus has his GPS programmed to British-speak. The directions kept telling me to take the Slip Road no matter what town I was in, including New York City. This was accompanied by an urgent turn right or left. I finally asked him, “WHAT is up with Slip Road?” He looked at me like I was clueless, which I was, and said that means exit ramp. Gee, HOW could I have not figured that out on my own!