Hellifino
by Todd Wynn
Hellifino by Todd Wynn
We were lost in Indiana—
no signs,
just jotted directions
ending in cornfields.
Dad unfolded the map
as he unfolded his legs
getting out of the car,
wondering if we’d passed
this cornfield before.
My sister, nine—
all pigtails and purpose—
asked, “Where are we?”
Dad muttered,
“Hell if I know.”
She blinked, grinned wide,
snatched the map and whispered,
“Hellifino… Hellifino…”
tracing roads with her finger,
convinced she’d find it.
The car erupted in laughter.
For a moment,
lost was exactly where
we needed to be.
ahh... now that "back-in-the-day" reflects on maps and even cornfields...
I wonder if we, in our next incarnations, will reflect on the AI-assisted GPS in self-driving (or flying?) cars...