So I'm sitting on a street corner in New York City at 5:30 in the morning hoping for a sign from above. No, I haven't lost my mind or my way--yet. I'm trying to help the little yellow gizmo I've hooked up to my notebook computer get a fix on my latitude and longitude using signals from a network of global-positioning satellites. Since the signals can't travel through walls, I'm stuck outside. Finally, a message pops up onscreen: "No GPS receiver has been detected." Grrr.
It's the morning before my 10-year college reunion, and I'm already totally stressed--not over the usual...
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