Dateline: Somewhere in the Deep South.
I am writing this dispatch from a dark room within a seedy hotel just off of Shrimp Boat Lane in the low country town of Mt. Pleasant, South Carolina. Through the grimy windows I can see the booms of the shrimp boats swaying above the saw grass and palmettos as they wind their way down Shem’s Creek towards the open sea.
Actually the room ain’t that bad. I am taking a little vacation down South so I don’t expect to be posting much over the next week. I’ll be looking for blues, barbecue and beer (with a shrimp or two tossed on in for good measure.)
One thing of interest; I am extremely impressed with today’s new automotive technology. My wife’s van must have some sort of virtual voice hardware that I didn’t know about. It persistently communicates important information to the driver, including warnings, using what sounds like a woman’s voice. The voice is so realistic that you’d swear that the person speaking was right in the car with you.
Occasionally I would here things like; “Chris, you are going 80 miles per hour” or “Chris, you are drifting into the next lane” or “The current speed limit is 65” or “You’re following that car too closely“. Utterly amazing.
There was a design flaw, however, that results in the driver (at least this particular one) paying little or no attention to the warnings. The robotic voice they chose sounds an awful lot like my wife’s! They’ll have to get that fixed.
(I wonder how the car knew my name?)