A Dead End is a Good Place to Turn Around By Judith Albright
When I was a child my father loved to take us for rides on Sunday afternoons. Rarely did we have any idea where we were going or might end up. As we wandered along the roads, back roads and even cow tracks near our town, we often found ourselves in strange places.
More than once we ended up on a road that ended in the middle of nowhere or that came to an abrupt end at a barbed wire fence. When that happened, my dad simply laughed, turned the car around and said, “Well, at least we know where we aren’t going.”