[1]I have a lousy sense of direction. It doesn’t take much for me to get spacially disoriented, and though I joke about having trouble navigating my way out of a closet, it’s no laughing matter. With large parking structures, I’m practically phobic. Even when I carefully note the floor and zone, and try to remember visual cues, one wrong turn out of the elevator, and I’m lost. At the San Francisco Airport, after a tearful sendoff to a German guy I’d been sleeping with, I headed to the garage, only to realize I had NO IDEA where I was parked. Grief stricken (in that special bi-continental love affair kind of way) I wandered from floor to floor. After 45 anxious minutes, I begged a security attendant for help. But now, there’s Auto Finder [2], a device that will wirelessly track your car within a ½ mile range. Long distance romance, bring it on! On second thought….