Some write to remember; some write to forget:

 When I first met Dave, back in 1966, he was a seasoned driver. He'd grown up in Kingston and went to graduate school there, and he and his family frequently drove to and within New York City. He'd driven across the country, twice back and forth to California, to Canada, and even to Mexico. His jobs mostly included driving, to various cities and locations. But the first time his destination was from his home in Albany to Valley Falls, he got lost. When he finally arrived, he said he thought he was driving to East Jesus.