The other morning “Do You Know the Way to San Jose,” the Dionne Warwick classic, got into my head. I realized that I really didn’t know the way to San Jose, other than it was in California.
Of course, thoughts like that just lead me to sing a song about something as silly as not knowing the way to San Jose.
Might be time to pull out my atlas, but I’m not sure what closet I left that in. It’s easier, I suppose, to just pull out my phone.