When it comes to driving, I’ve always allowed my husband to take control of the wheel. Sitting in the passenger seat is so much easier than differentiating the brake from the gas pedal or driving between the lines, so I figure I’ve gotten the better end of that deal. But with driving comes the other “D” word: directions. When you are driving, you are the person in charge of directions. You must know where you are going and when to exit Interstate 10 and head north. I have always been fine with that. Directions meant effort and thinking and reading a map ...