Guess which roundabout spun us into the wrong direction. Yeah, I don't know either.
Our destination was the white building in the lower left-hand corner of the picture. We got there safely, negotiating the twists and turns with full visibility of the area. Coming home in the dark in the rain via the pitifully signed mess seen above we were able to turn a thirty-minute drive into an hour of frustration. Imagine that.
Charlie took his car keys, left his home for an outing
A little country drive, never for a moment doubting
That he'd have a good time, or failing that
He'd surely have a productive time so he didn't take his hat.
Well, Charlie entered a roundabout, a traffic circle don't you see
And the next thing he knew he was headed out to Tennessee
Not a destination he had in mind but he was soon spun
Into another traffic circle and now he's on the run.
But to where?
Charlie doesn't know but soon
If you should have occasion to visit Fishers-Carmel
Be sure to hire a navigator: a GPS won't tell.
Charlie's car is twisting, turning
Charlie's heart and head are slowly burning
If you should see Charlie on the roads of HC
Please give him a shout out, "Charlie: follow me!"*
*With apologies to Jacqueline Steiner and Beth Lomax Hawes and to the Kingston Trio.
Image: Google Earth. This mess occurs at the intersection of I-69, 146th St. and 136th. St and a few others for good measure. Oh, yes; Hamilton was able to figure out how to make two parallel roads intersect. And that was all productive farm land a few years ago.
