Two weeks ago I received a frantic call at night from my wife saying she took a wrong turn on her way home and was lost. She had attended an evening work event at a location near downtown Savannah and driven to an area that she was not familiar with. Instead of turning left to get onto the interstate to head west, she took a right. The next thing she knew, she had crossed the Talmadge Bridge and was somewhere in South Carolina. It was dark, raining, and she was all alone.