My wife and I were driving east on Hempstead Turnpike in Plainedge. Just as I was explaining where Wetson’s and Nunley’s Happyland used to be, we came upon a commotion at the intersection with Hicksville Road.
A police officer was trying to direct a caravan of animals, including camels, llamas and horses, across the busy road, but ran into problems when a horse, clearly spooked by all of the traffic, refused to step onto the pavement. A few impatient drivers honked their horns, intensifying the chaos.
Having had enough of this, I took the opportunity to make a left, driving north along Hicksville Road. I felt I remembered the back roads well enough to avoid the intersection, but everything around me quickly became unfamiliar.
I took a quick right down the long driveway of what I recognized to be an old convent, except that in reality it was several towns south of where we were. I had to admit that I had no idea where I was, and had no clue as to how to get back to anywhere I recognized.